Ludovico Buonarrati, Michelangelo’s father. He was a wealthy man. He had no understanding of the divinity in his son, so he beat him. No child of his was going to use his hands for a living. So, Michelangelo learned not to use his hands.
Years later a visiting prince came into Michelangelo’s studio and found the master staring at a single 18 foot block of marble. Then he knew that the rumors were true — that Michelangelo had come in everyday for the last four months, stared at the marble, and gone home for his supper.
- Replica in front of Palazzo Vecchio in Florence -
Three years later that block of marble was the statue of David.
18 months of desperate nothing, staring at low numbers or none at all. I still continued, and kept on blogging. It was only the start of the year that I gained activities on this blog after deciding to participate on the Weekly Photo Challenge. Last April, my stats skyrocketed from being Freshly Pressed. Eight months after the rise, two days ago, I met my 1000th follower. She seem to have a witty and charming personality, Joyce. We share the same passion for the TV show Lost. The excerpt above is quoted by John Locke to Boone from the episode “Hearts and Minds”.
THANK YOU very much!!! More especially to those who truly return to like and comment.
In continuing blog milestone, I also had my 3000th comment recently by Jo Bryant of Chronicles of Illusions- here. I wish I can say the same with the Likes, but I need 300 likes before I hit 5000! Again, I appreciate all the support.
- David watching over Florence -
During my blog nothingness, one of the few people that supported my blog is PJ. Her inspirational and spiritual blog, Poetic Journey, is one of the best, few personal-journal type of blogs I follow. Get a regular dose of poetry, inspirational quotes, word of the wise from this blog. Go ahead and take a walk with her journey and get to know this brave, strong, religious and wonderful woman who is recovering from sick-cell anemia.