Human Family By Maya Angelou, And The Three Year Blogoversary

Today is my 3rd blogoversary. [A blogoversary is one of those pretentious made-up words that you scoff at until you have a blog.]

Three years ago I registered for the Spartan Death Race and started this blog. All this time… I continued to write.

The blog is the conduit between my own head and the rest of the world. Sometimes, it’s a conduit  between my own head and… well, my own head. As Joan Didion put it: “I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear”.

Today, it’s hard for me to imagine not having this little virtual space I call my own. This blog is a living organism. My hangout, my living room, my white board, my idea cave.


The biggest thing that this blog gave me is the insight into how we are all connected, and the opportunity to connect with others. Here’s a poem that found me this morning in a little bookstore – it captures perfectly my main blogging takeaways:

Human Family by Maya Angelou

I note the obvious differences
in the human family.
Some of us are serious,
some thrive on comedy.

Some declare their lives are lived
as true profundity,
and others claim they really live
the real reality.

The variety of our skin tones
can confuse, bemuse, delight,
brown and pink and beige and purple,
tan and blue and white.

I’ve sailed upon the seven seas
and stopped in every land,
I’ve seen the wonders of the world
not yet one common man.

I know ten thousand women
called Jane and Mary Jane,
but I’ve not seen any two
who really were the same.

Mirror twins are different
although their features jibe,
and lovers think quite different thoughts
while lying side by side.

We love and lose in China,
we weep on England’s moors,
and laugh and moan in Guinea,
and thrive on Spanish shores.

We seek success in Finland,
are born and die in Maine.
In minor ways we differ,
in major we’re the same.

I note the obvious differences
between each sort and type,
but we are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.

We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.

We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.

Happy birthday, my dear friend. Here’s to many more.

Liked this post? Read about the nuggets of wisdom I gleamed from my axe – written on my first blogoversary.


posted: June 15, 2015