One thing I love about blogging is the sense of community that occurs. I've said it before but when I began blogging it was a creative outlet that I assumed would more or less be confined to the few people I knew from Yahoo trivia rooms. I truly could not imagine anyone else bothering to stop by here or if they did, bothering to return, or if they did, bothering to comment...
And yet, here it is a little more than a year later and not only have people come by, returned, commented, etc, but I've gained a sense of community. I've noticed that there are circles and cliques just like anywhere, some are open to newcomers, some are a bit tighter. There are also unwritten rules about how people are expected to conduct themselves. There is an etiquette and a social structure just as with any group....ok, I'll let the sociological analysis stop there but you get the idea.
This week, in the wake of Betcha's death, I noticed that it just didn't matter what circle anyone was a part of..everyone cared. The community came together to offer support to the members who were suffering. It wasn't distant neighbors running across the fields to bring a casserole. It wasn't a small town coining together for a barn raising. But it was a message travelling through an extended grapevine and even people far down the line responding with kindness in ways that helped the ones who needed it most.
This week, I'm counting the sense of decent community that exists here....and how real THAT is in addition to the friendships that occur on an interpersonal level.