To my delight I learned that someone read my blog entries. I thought they were words that only I read.
I also learned that a poem I submitted, and forgotten about, was accepted by an online journal that originates in New York. It's the first time my work has been accepted by a publication in New York.
I'm happy to make these connections; to be noticed and listened to. We owe this to everyone we encounter as we pass through our brief lives. What are we but memories that disappear unless they are recorded through some medium?