This post, if all goes well, is my 2,500th post. Twenty-five hundred posts. Two thousand, five hundred poems, blog entries, links and commentary about thoughtful subjects, rants, and communicated ideas. (Also memes, some left over from LiveJournal and Diaryland.com before that.)
The top seven posts (and coincidentally, all the ones with more than 700 views) are:
|Learning to draw the Tree of Life|
|Emotional Intelligence by Peter Salovey|
|Art of Memory|
|Fine on Leaving Teaching|
|The Mountain & Me|
I don’t really know what to say about that. There was a time when I had ambitions to get to 2500 posts, and 50,000 page views, but I’m actually going to achieve both of these landmarks in more or less the same year (my guess is June 2012, unless everyone decides to go re-read J.K. Rowling instead of the Internet). I’ll let you know when the 50K viewings happen. In the meantime, though, it’s kind of a landmark that isn’t a landmark. It represents a continued commitment to writing, even when it’s not been easy to be a writer.
Drawing on the top posts, I can see that a lot of people want to know who I am (About), visit my blog for the current article (Homepage), want to learn some practical sacred-geometry (Tree of life), want to read lecture notes (Emotional Intelligence), wish to se diatribe on the problems of teachers leaving teaching (Fine on Leaving Teaching), or want to understand the struggles of being a teacher in an unusual classroom (The Mountain and Me).
Of all these pieces of writing, though, the one I’m perhaps proudest of is The Mountain and Me — not so much for the writing, as for the story it represents. I’m not sure I’ve ever been a better companion and guide for anyone as I was on that day.