This modern term for Best Friends Forever is not one of my favorites. First of all it is so commonly used one gets a little weary from hearing it so much. Secondly it smacks a bit of desperation as though the declaration itself will make it true. At least that is how it seems. I must concede though that it is said to denote sincerity and a promise – sincere declaration.
In days gone by the term best friend, dear friend, soul mate, may have been used.
*Someone may be your best friend, but you may not be theirs and that is okay. Unlike some commitments there is no reciprocation necessary.
*You can have more than one best friend I think which decries the use of the word best, but there it is. In that case I guess the term would be ‘one of my best friends’.
*A best friend is someone you respect.
*A best friend is someone who can see the worst of you knows your darkest side and still love you and accept you.
*A best friend supports you even when you make stupid decisions.
*A best friend comforts you when the consequences of said stupid decision comes to roost and never, well almost never, says ‘I told you so”
*Distance has no effect on best friend status. The world is a much smaller place now and thanks to Skype and other media contact is not far away.
*Long periods of time can pass but when the connection is made it is as if no time has passed at all.
When I met my best friend eighteen years ago we had engaged initially in a social conversation. During that conversation I clearly heard the words in my mind; I want this girl in my life. And she has been. She travels the world. I do not. She has a gypsy nature, I do not. She is adventurous, I am not. Lest this seem like a lot of ‘nots’, it is in truth of little consequence. She is more thoughtful than I, and stronger and kinder. Perhaps that is our link. She is the better person I strive to be.
I have no idea what makes a soul connection exist. It just does. It cannot be made or constructed, or planned. It is something that exists or it does not. Gender has no influence. It is beyond our ken and a gift, that if we accept it, it can only enrich our existence regardless of extraneous factors.
My best friend’s birthday is on Saturday and I celebrate her life and give thanks.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISSY!
We seem to have started a delightful new routine at our house, although I fear its demise is imminent, about to be quashed by that process called, growing up.
This past week, G2 who is all of seven, with endless energy and eternal curiosity about all things, was sitting out on the patio with me after school.
“Grandma,” he said, “Let’s go on a penny walk.”
Now being in the advanced stages of grammadom I still retain a modicum of curiosity myself and asked him what a penny walk was. Having learned about money this week in school he had some wisdom to share with me.
What had he learned? Well the first response was, “Always wash your hands after you touch money.” Fair enough thought I but what else had he learned? “No one uses pennies anymore.” Ah. Now we are getting to the meat of the matter.
“Since no one uses pennies anymore, I think we should go for a walk and search for pennies that people might have thrown away.”
Do people throw away unused pennies? I doubt it, but any excuse for some G2 fun and exercise, before he reaches the age when hunting anything with Grandma is no longer cool is a worthwhile adventure.
Off we went on our search, and what did we find?
Well we walked the edge of curbs, examined and discussed why pieces of cardboard, small screws, odd shaped stones, broken bits of toys, might all have found their way to the roads and parks. We looked at some cut up trees lying across a yard, jumped to touch branches just out of reach, pronounced a kitten sitting in a front window as adorable, and declared a dead bird adorable if only he was alive, (adorable seems to be one of the words for the week), we did spins across park fields – he was faster and joyfully fell to the ground. I did not. We sat on swings, for such a long time, closing our eyes and describing adventures flying high above the earth, the color of the sun through our lids, being a bird soaring over mountains, and flying to the moon as we pumped higher and higher in tandem. (I was so informed that swinging in tandem is called double dating.) He ascended and descended climbing walls with ease, and slid the slides.
He is now flirting with the idea of more independence. “Grandma I am going to walk all the way home by myself. Can I walk by myself? You stay just back here behind me and I will walk home by myself.”
Every hundred feet or so he would stop, look back, then wave to me, making sure I was not too far behind. As he was running up the street one of our friends came out and called his name. He stopped and she gave him and hug and laughed when she saw me bringing up the rear, as it were.
“I saw him running up the street by himself,” she said. “I wanted to make sure he was alright but I was pretty sure you weren’t too far behind.”
We found no pennies. We found lots of treasure though. I saw the joy of life through a child’s eyes and remembered briefly those long ago days. No, I lived the joy of life same as those long ago days.
We went Penny Walking last night again and I can only hope we will again this week.
Originally posted on Mirth and Motivation:
“A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.” George Bernard Shaw
Motivation Mondays: MISTAKES!
Today I choose life. Every morning when I wake up I can choose joy, happiness, negativity, pain… To feel the freedom that comes from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices – today I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it. Kevyn Aucoin
What do mistakes mean to you? If you read last week’s Motivation Monday post, you’d remember that the man with a headache was suffering because he was not only judgmental of others but, he also had his sanctimonious halo tightly screwed to his head. Unless you are like my tight halo wearer, you’ve had your share of mistakes; some of them you might have repeated quite a few times until the lesson and message dug…
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Originally posted on thekitchensgarden:
Yesterday John had the day off so he finished and brought home my Winter present. He does not do Christmas and Birthday presents he makes winter presents. Last year it was a chicken tractor. This year it is a free standing home made hay feeder. I took a photo of a NZ one when I was travelling and he set to and made me one of my own. Isn’t that wonderful.
The idea is that the cow puts her head through the uprights to get the hay and remains in there to chew it so all the falling and trailing hay goes back in the pile. There is limited sideways jostling so the cows get to eat in peace. It works remarkably well. Now when Aunty Del comes back she will not be bullied out of her dinner. Elsie is king of the castle at meal times!
The car feeder is now for…
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Intellect Intelligence Creativity
I just finished reading The Complete Journals of L.M. Montgomery The PEI Years 1901-1911 by Mary Henley Rubio and Elizabeth Hillman Waterston and it got me thinking about intellect, intelligence, and creativity.
Montgomery is the author of Anne of Green Gables and many other stories. Her personal journals have been published both after she had edited them and then in completion and since she lived from 1874 until 1942 I feel I absolutely must find the others and read them. Of course when I searched, my rusty trusty local library only carries the one book I have just read so now I have to decide whether to fork out some moola for the others.
There is a lot to discuss and share about the girl whose mother died 22 months after having given birth, whose father left her with his grandparents while he went off to another province, leaving her to be raised in an unloving, don’t you ever forget what we have done for you family. Seeing her life through her eyes is fascinating. It was a stark life both emotionally and environmentally. Prince Edward Island is one of three Canadian Maritime Provinces and while it has beautiful summer and fall seasons the winters can be brutal and when the annual storms from December to April raged it meant physical isolation for extended times.
But what I am thinking about this morning is creativity. Maude Montgomery talks about the people in her life, family, friends, acquaintances, and notes those that are intelligent, intellectual, simple, coarse, common, and endearing.
But to get back to creativity – are writers born? Many of my favorite writers say that from a very young age they had to write. Can you be creative and not intelligent? Can you be intelligent and not an intellectual? Can you be creative and not an intellectual?
Graham Collier in Psychology Today indicates from my understanding, that Intellect is Fact, and Intelligence is Feeling.
Can you increase your intellect or intelligence? There is a lot of information on the internet dealing with this very question. It seems yes, you can become more intellectual by learning, seeking out, and yes more intelligent, though it seems you can also be blessed with an intelligence gene. In fact intelligence seems to be innate and intellect acquired. So it seems you can be intelligent but not an intellect but if you are an intellect you must have some intelligence to have acquired it.
But where does that leave us on the Creativity question? I don’t consider myself creative, at least not the kind of creativity where I am driven to create with intensity. In fact it has crossed my mind that if there is reincarnation I may have been a successful writer in some past life but damaged my karma to such an extent that I am left aware in this life of the capability and to some degree hunger for it but lack just enough of je ne sais quoi to actually achieve anything.
Now this is wonderful news! Congrats Miss C!
Originally posted on thekitchensgarden:
The Great News is that I have been asked to speak more than a few words at the Press Publish Conference in Portland, Oregon on March 28th – 2015. I know most of you knew that already but I thought I would make it all official and also tell you a little of what I am going to speak about.
When I first saw the email from Andrea Middleton and Jen Mylo asking me to consider talking to them about coming to a conference with Press Publish – I almost deleted it thinking it was junk mail. ( I am so sorry Andrea! You almost ended up on the cutting room floor!) Have you ever had a delay in your head when you read something and it is so NOT what you expected to read – then there is a blank moment, then a few seconds later you cock your head and look back…
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Originally posted on The Chatter Blog:
I only have one brief thought to share with anyone who needs it today…
I hope someone, in some way, expresses how much they value you today.
If no one does, I hope you express to someone else in some way, how much you value them today.
I have been very blessed in my life to always have a saving grace of some kind. In the form of some person. That when I was in need of finding value-if I couldn’t find it myself-someone always managed to step in and help me see what they saw. I try to pay that forward as best as I can.
I had a friend once tell me she has always known love, been loved, been blessed. And she couldn’t imagine the solitary existence some folks try to survive on. That is a gift.
If you question your value or are just feeling low…
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A perfect post to Robbie Burns!
Originally posted on Peak Perspective:
There is nothing more attractive to me than a big, burly Scotsman dressed in a kilt.
There is nothing more attractive to me than a big, burly Scotsman dressed in a kilt and holding a glass of single malt scotch.
Oops. One more go at this.
There is nothing more attractive to me than a big, burly Scotsman dressed in a kilt, holding a glass of single malt scotch and offering it to ME.
And the great thing about January 25th is that my chances of seeing this attractive vision unfold increases monumentally all because of one charming fellow.
Who happens to be dead.
Nonetheless, Robert Burns is still remembered, admired and hailed around the world. His birthday is celebrated in ways that likely have him wishing he could be there and glad that he is not. It all depends upon what party you end…
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