Yesterday, I took the TIME to follow some new WordPress blogs. And some new people decided to Follow Me. Indeed, I saw the following message:
You are following this blog, along with 1,947 other amazing people (manage).
If I’m following that message correctly,
- lots of people throughout the world are doing me the huge of honor of valuing this blog enough to follow it.
- WordPress is inviting me to manage something here, which I’m finding increasingly difficult these days (but I’m figuring it out, as I go along).
- WordPress agrees with me that my readers are amazing.
Yesterday, I also followed
- my son Aaron to his keyboard lesson and to the play he’s appearing in and
- my heart, intuition, and wishes as I walked around Arlington, Massachusetts, USA, listening to the Pat Metheny Group play (in my headphone/earmuffs).
If you need to, you can follow me to “Follow Me” by the Pat Metheny Group on YouTube.
Follow me now, amazing readers, to the images I followed yesterday in Arlington and then Watertown, Massachusetts, USA:
To help you follow me through those pictures, I’ll give you a clue: Aaron and I went to the Deluxe Town Diner (a favorite location previously appearing in posts here, here, here, and here) for lunch after his piano lesson, and that’s Kelly in the last shot (who has been following, with her kind regard, both me and son Aaron through the years). Previously, as you were following me through my walk through Arlington, you also encountered a music store and my son’s keyboard teacher, Tim Maurice.
I wonder if any readers who follow me can translate any of the difficult-to-follow signs above?
Follow me now, for a few more photos:
That’s my sister, Ellen in the last shot, showing me the beautiful time piece she was wearing, as we watched my son Aaron acting on stage, last night.
That reminds me that it’s time for me to finish this post, so I can follow my son to today’s performance.
If you’ve been following me for a while, you might know that I seek within to see if anything seems left unwritten, before I end a post.
This is what follows that, here and now.
Fear sometimes follows me around, as I follow my way through this world. I hope you follow me in this: please do your best to let go of fear. Marvelous things may follow.
Thanks to the Pat Metheny Group, Aaron, Tim, Kelly, Ellen, people who follow or are followed, and to all those who follow their own path (including you, if you follow).
Congrats on new followers!
Thanks, Kate! I’m always glad to follow you (no matter where you go).
Your blog is a joy!
So are your comments! Thanks for following me.
I just love following you around, Ann!
The feeling is mutual, Emilie!
Following you is one of my favourite things to do!
Following you is one of my favorite things to do, too, Louise!!
Hi Ann! Yes, WordPress is making us take other more circuitous paths than usual. Enjoyed your posting. Here’s mine:
https://grieflessons.wordpress.com/2014/12/14/dont-make-me/
I follow you, Judy.
as i was following
sorry about getting lost
between the wonderful
words & images,
in the music 🙂
as i say to others following,
“No need to apologize,”
especially for such beautiful thoughts
I love the pictures of the town Ann! ❤
Diana xo
I love you and your heart, Diana!
Love the shots Ann
Love your blog and your visits here, David!
You’re at 1,951 now, Ann. I can hardly manage to contain my good cheer about being one of so many smart followers worldwide. Thank you for sharing wisdom and songs and, oh, yes, photographs. Always great photographs.
Always great thoughts, feelings, images, and words from you, birthday boy Mark.
Up to 1954 now, Mark. I passed my birth year, by one. Is there a special word, like Beddian, for the match between your birth year and your number of followers?
I’m sure we can make one up, Ann. SuperKoplowfragilistiexpealidocious.
Marknificant, my friend.
I unfollowed so I could follow again!! I wonder if you noticed 😉
I totally noticed, Val. And I followed you again today, too!
I saw that Ann (smile :)… and then I noticed that I didn’t get a post by email. Although I had unfollowed and re-followed you the other day, I must have put a spanner in the works somewhere.
Back on track once more 🙂
Ann, I love your photos, and the TIME you take to post them here. Is this a good TIME to tell you this? It seems that is the key word around your blog lately. So I decided to take the TIME to stop by and check out your latest trip around town again. Never disappointing.
It’s always a good TIME for you to tell me anything! Thanks so much for the encouraging and appreciated ways you follow me here.
Sometimes it is great to be a follower 🙂 Cheers ~
I know that, Randall, because I follow you!!
I was quite fond of quite a few of those images! The Kickstarter Cafe caught my bike loving eye. And the musical instruments struck a chord in my musical lesson taking heart. 🙂
I am quite fond of this comment, which followed so nicely many important points of this post! Thanks, very much.
You are welcome! 🙂
Congratulations on your number of followers! Now follow me to my fear: I fear that love is lost between myself and my soulmate. But I do know that I will survive. What is, was meant to be. Therefore I cast his soul free and realize I still have me.
I can relate to that fear. I have experienced it and survived it, too. May my good thoughts and wishes follow you, through these times.
Thank you, Ann
Sorry i missed Aaron’s play! The following message is for you: much love and joy! I love the lively energy in your daily engagement, Ann. Xo
You bring a lot of love and joy into my life, Carol. xoxo
Some really lovely and happily zany photos in this blog. I’ll go to a strong bones class any time.
I feel lovely and happily zany after this comment, Hilary.
That is curious! I posted a reply yesterday an it is gone!
I don’t follow that, at all! A comment from a favorite follower, gone?!?! Can you repost it, so I can follow every word you wrote?
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