“and the award goes to…”

I’ve been doing some thinking as to whom my “Stylish Blogger Award”

might be given. One blogger immediately came to mind, “My English Thoughts.” While she may not blog as often as I’m sure she would like because of her hectic work schedule, she nonetheless puts her heart “out there” when she does. I credit her for stepping outside her comfort zone, taking on the English speaking world as if it were her native environment. I’m sure we can all relate to being fearful of the unknown, of being ridiculed for our less than perfect efforts.

What came across in the interview I did with “My English Thoughts” Photois total trust. Her words flowed naturally, without hesitation about their correctness or appropriateness. She entrusted her blithe spirit into my hands, and I gave her to you as is. In return, she made me feel good about me.

“My English Thoughts” said I needn’t fret that Parisians might consider me “less than.” In fact, she said there’s even friction amongst themselves. No surprise. Countrymen everywhere can suffer disdain for one another. Look at the Middle East. Look at our tea-partiers.

Without hesitation “My English Thoughts” asked to interview me, and posted the results on her blog. In addition to sharing my words, she took the time and energy to post pictures that enhanced what I wrote. Her consideration to make me look good, was heartwarming.

And so I award my “Stylish Blogger Award” given me by one compassionate soul, Scriptor Obscura, to another whose style is not about herself, but about others, “My English Thoughts.” Helping others is what’s needed most in this world of “what’s in it for me-ism.” It may not win popularity contests. It may not garner hosts of followers who shower their admiration. But knowing that one’s voice may make a small difference to one someone is pretty powerful in my estimation. Scriptor ObscuraPhoto for her constant support, and My English Thoughts for her chutzpah are pretty good company in a lineup for “Stylish Blogger Award.”

But I’d like to go further, and extend the accolade to all bloggers who have compassion for others, and share that message in their postings. We can all be positive voices in the effort to uplift others, especially those in dire need…and at various times in our lives, we may all be in need of uplifting.

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we can all pat ourselves on the back…for thinking of others…first…hugmamma.

counting my blessings

On my recent flight home, I overheard a fellow passenger remark “It’s good to get away, but it’s always good to come home…sleep in my own bed.” Amen! Again I say, Amen! So this seems as good a time as any to reflect upon that for which I’m very thankful, beginning with…

  • The memory foam mattress that snuggles up against all the contours of my body, as though I was sleeping on a cloud. Now if only I could lay my brain beside me, so it too could get a good night’s rest. Maybe then I’d slumber peacefully, rather than thinking what next to write.
  • My husband’s affection pulling me into a huge bear hug. Just where I belong, until death do us part…not even then.
  • Crouching down beside Mocha, the doggie “love of my life,” to whisper “sweet nothings” in her ear. 
  • Lovingly stroking the length of Sitka, Juneau and Sunkist, as they stretch up to share their hearts with me.
  • Laying my weary head on my daughter’s shoulder, as she embraces me into the bosom of her “old soul.”
  • Letting my home, still decorated for Christmas, nourish my soul with childhood delights.
  • Reading emails from friends and family, sharing memories, newfound discoveries, and always love and concern.
  • Writing and blogging, journaling my thoughts and feelings, wary of the day when I might not, but thankful for the precious moments of the present.
  • Knowing that I’ve a network of online readers with whom to share my journey is mind-boggling, but a blessing I wholeheartedly welcome.
  • My health, such as it is, keeps me ever mindful that quality of life is fragile, and shouldn’t be compromised by poor choices.
  • The Maui of my childhood, where innocence and naivete abounded, ingrained forever in my moral fiber.
  • My Aloha spirit, my compassion for others, a legacy from my mom and those who came before.
  • The 2 angels who have gently guarded my well-being these last decades of my life, continuing to do so, my husband of 40 years and my daughter of 24.
  • And God above all, who gifted me with life, ensuring my best, knowing He is always with me…ALWAYS.

 

counted your blessings lately?…hugmamma.