The place I call home is right next to the Rocky Mountains 1.6 km  (1 mile) above sea level.  A semi-arid desert, with thin air.  Many people visit and find it difficult to breath.  I was born way up here so it is my normal.  I take my whole crew on dog walks at the local park.  3 young kids, my wife, and our little brown dog Charlie.  The park is green in the summer, thanks to our ‘desert oasis’ sprinkler system buried in the ground.  At night little plastic shafts rise from the ground, cough and hiss, and water for 30 minutes or so.

Many people go to the park and walk their dogs.  Some people are social, with happy fun dogs.  Others, seem to be walking a guard dog, and patrolling ‘the compound’.  In either case, we enjoy the sun, the people, and the dogs.

Blogs are like dogs.  Everyday, I take my ‘blog’ for a walk.  I try and read 10 posts.  Titles always sell my choices.  Some, I only make it though the first sentence, or perhaps the first paragraph.  The blog growls at me, or ignores my heart, and I move on to the next.  I have a goal to like at least 5 and comment on at least 2.   Someday’s I go over 10 reads, most days, I drop 10 likes on all 10 visits!  I feel inspired, touched, and moved.  I have walked in a lush garden of your writing.  An ocean of ideas sloshes, and caresses wet sandy shores.  I love that moment, when I pause in the virtual park, walking my blog, and meet someone who has a beautiful story to share,  their story of being human.  I think blogging 90% reading and listening.  In the end, my posts become better from interacting with the community.

There are times, when I need to delicately pick up my post with a little green bag, but its alright, because I came to the ‘blog’ park to meet you.

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