Being shut out of my blog site recently threw up some unexpected feelings. See here: http://myword1.blogspot.co.uk/2012/11/getting-locked-out-of-my-blogsite-me.html
Someone suggested that it must be interesting being a visitor to your own blog site, it giving another perspective on what [I] do and see.
Well, no, being locked out of my site did not give me another perspective on what I produce and publish on my blog. I believe it did not do that because I was, and I am, already very familiar and closely linked with all of it. It was not like visiting someone else's site, where I would be seeing different perspectives, reading something new, meeting up with a different writing style, or, mulling over other and possibly new and refreshing ideas.
Not being able to fully access my blog site was frustrating. I was on the outside looking in. The nearest analogy would be, being shut out of my own house. Something or someone had a power to do that and I was almost powerless to do anything other than look in through the glass window. It was very uncomfortable. My discomfort, doubtlessly prompted my inner drives to resolve it.
I was also prompted to think about the very many displaced and dispossessed people we hear about, as well as those we are not told much about. The majority have fled to find relative safety; recent history is full of brutal examples of sequestrating people's homes, taking their livelihoods and their lives. By comparison, my little cyber experience rates as nothing, and yet, the event itself, raised my emotional awareness of a particular kind of loss. It was not a comfortable place to be in. It will be unimaginably uncomfortable for those who are living the full blast of it right now.