The Community of Bloggers

garden

How do I make my book grow?  One suggestion was “BLOG”.  But what if I don’t like to blog?  I mean, doesn’t it take time to research meaningful topics. And then  I would have to get people to read my blog.  Do I really have to advertise?  How about if I just write stuff and call it a blog?

Like the song below, I just need to find some fertile ground to plant the  seeds (readers)

And I need to gently rake and hoe, getting at those weeds and tossing aside those stones.

There will be some warmth (throw in some love and support from other bloggers)

Until I get rained upon with tons of readers.

A fellow blogger who also lives well with Parkinsons Disease recent posted with the title “Do I need a Wolf Pack?”  She wrote about when she first blogged after her diagnosis in 2012.  She thought she had a unique topic, but found that there were many people already blogging about Parkinson’s disease. In fact, there is a whole community of bloggers who are willing to help each other.

Her name is Laura Kennedy Gould and she is a Pacific Northwest Parkinson’s blogger, who received her diagnosis in 2012.  Her blog is called “The Magic Trick- Life with Parkinson’s”.  In addition to writing about her own experience with PD, she has dusted off her journalism skills to write about PD research and other scientific topics related to PD.  Click on the links for examples of her humorous and illuminating posts – and also to find out why it’s called “The Magic Trick”

Not only do these bloggers share a unique insight, but they also are creative in naming their blogs. Here are some of them:

The Magic Trick- Life with Parkinson’s

Twitchy Woman – My Adventures With Parkinson’s Disease

The Perky Parkie

I am sure I will like being in a “Wolf Pack”.  This  community of bloggers will certainly be a place I can find companionship.

 Garden Song

Inch by inch, row by row, I’m gonna make this garden grow
All it takes is a rake and a hoe and a piece of fertile ground
Inch by inch, row by row, someone bless these seeds I sow
Someone warm them from below ’til the rain comes tumbling down

Pullin’ weeds and pickin’ stones, we are made of dreams and bones
I feel the need to grow my own ’cause the time is close at hand
Grain for grain, sun and rain, I’ll find my way in nature’s chain
I tune my body and my brain to the music of the land

Inch by inch, row by row, I’m gonna make this garden grow
All it takes is a rake and a hoe and a piece of fertile ground
Inch by inch, row by row, someone bless these seeds I sow
Someone warm them from below ’til the rain comes tumbling down

So plant your rows straight and long, temper them with prayer and song
Mother earth can keep you strong if you give her love and care
Now an old crow watching hungrily from his perch in yonder tree
In my garden I’m as free as that feathered thief up there

Inch by inch, row by row, I’m gonna make this garden grow
All it takes is a rake and a hoe and a piece of fertile ground
Inch by inch, row by row, someone bless these seeds I sow
Someone warm them from below ’til the rain comes tumbling

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