If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you
could make,
who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?
~ Stephen Levine
who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?
~ Stephen Levine
In August, I’m participating in BlogHer’s
Blogging Challenge. The theme this month
is: Hot.
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etter to beg for forgiveness
than to ask for permission. Or as John
Mayer put it, “Say what you need to say.”
Why do nasty hurtful
words flow out of our mouths like a spring-fed waterfall, but our tongues
become dry and tangled when it comes to telling someone we love them? Is it the same emotional block that enables
us to remember every word spoken in anger or hate as if they were precious
diamonds, and to immediately relegate anything said out of love, encouragement,
or praise to the back of the costume jewelry box?
The Little Mourner
Frederick Sandys, 1862
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My favorite aunt, who died last week, loved me immensely and
considered me her favorite niece.
But I never knew that until yesterday.
She had a family of
her own, with all the worry, stress, and occasional insanity that comes with
it. And I can’t throw stones: I’m guilty
of allowing this grand adventure we call life turn into more of a hamster wheel
than a roller coaster ride. Guiltier
perhaps because I know better, and waste more time chasing my proverbial tail
when I could be staying in touch and telling loved ones how much I care. So I’m not blaming her. Not completely. Yet it hurts and comforts me at the same time,
to know how well she thought of me.
Because now it’s too
late to respond in kind.
The lesson here is not
to wait for someone else to say “I love you” or “I’m impressed with what you
did” or “You are an inspiration to me.” It’s
a lesson that I forget all too quickly and need to be taught again and again. Say it first.
You never need someone’s permission to say positive things. Just a heart willing to be vulnerable.
I love you, Ginny
Lee. You were my favorite, too.
Oremus pro invicem,
~ Mikaela
The
greatest wisdom is to love without needing to possess, and to give without
expectation. Who can you encourage,
build up, or tell you love them today?
4 comments:
Well said. Reminds me of the old Flatt and Scruggs song, "Give Me My Flowers While I'm Living":
Ver. 1:
In this world today while we're living, some folks say the worst of us they can;
But when we are dead and in our caskets, they always slip some lilies in our hand.
REFRAIN: Won't you give me my flowers while I'm living, and let me enjoy them while I can;
Please don't wait till I'm ready to be buried, and then slip some lilies in my hand.
Ver. 2:
In this world is where we need our flowers, a kind word to help us get along;
If you can't give me flowers while I'm living,
Then please don't throw 'em when I'm gone.
Love that song. Grew up on bluegrass (as well as Elvis). ;)
We often learn the hard way. When my mom died I learned to live for today. With my Dad on the road all the time we said our I love you's freely from little up.
Kathy
http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com
Kathy ~ big hug! When did you lose your mom?
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