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If you are reading this blog post, that means you jumped through the hoops, as it were, in order to see it.  Yes, I had to make the change from a completely public blog to an 'invite-only' blog for one reason:  to respect the wishes of a good friend.

I have said it many times, I am not ashamed or regretful of anything I have written here on this, or any other, blog or social utility.  However, my intentions, no matter how well-meaning, did not include hurting the feelings of others.  So, when I discovered that it was causing personal hurt, it just had to be stopped.  Thus, the Temple blog went private.

I want to personally thank each and every one of you that took the time to send me your email address, created a Google account and logged into to see this blog.  I'm honored beyond words.  While I have a few detractors of my opinions, I most certainly have far more that enjoy my efforts - all of you!  With each request to be invited, I smiled and felt affirmed and wanted.   

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Please feel free to share my email address with anyone that is interested in reading this blog:  (hendeldbu@comcast.net).  I am thrilled to accept invite requests.

Onward and upward!

Comments

Fluffy Cow said…
Am honored to be here!
Mama Cache said…
I have always said that reading was a chief hobby of mine. Honestly, I haven't picked up a book and read it cover-to-cover in a long time. No regrets, either. It's just that I only have so much time to devote to reading, and I suppose I'd rather read . . . well . . . your blogs!

John Bunyan and Victor Hugo probably feel neglected. ;-) Shakespeare, too. And Frost. And Longfellow. And. . .
Ari C'rona said…
As long as you still get to write, this will do fine. You know I love reading your thoughts, my dear friend. :o)
Sven said…
I'm honored to have been allowed to continue reading your blog.
JediKai said…
I'm sadden that you felt you had to go private. If your opinions hurt someone's feelings, my thought is that person should just stop reading. I've thought you have always stated your opinions or beliefs in a respectful manner.

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