Thursday, 21 March 2013

It's all about loving . . . and loving is sharing . . .


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When I originally started a blog some 10 years or so ago now (first on the AOL Journals) it was because I was missing my family and I wanted to be able to put my thoughts and feeling down someplace that they could read them.   I never thought that anyone else would ever truly be interested in the stories I had to tell or what I had to say, but the truth is it has become so much more than that and I have hundreds of people coming each day to read what I have to say . . . and my children only ever rarely have a look in if they look in at all.

But I am okay with that.  Through the years I have made some very good friends via this medium, kindred spirit has spoken to kindred spirit.  We've shared much together, laughed together, cried together, been afraid together . . . I've been able to meet some of you in person and always been delighted at the meeting, and others e-mail back and forth in a kind of pen pal way.  We care about each other and this has become so much more than a blog to me, or a place to pen my thoughts.  This has become a home of sorts and a place where I feel I belong and where I hope that you feel like you belong as well.

That's why I never changed the name of it when I lost my job three years ago now.   A Year From Oak Cottage was not really about the cottage . . . as it had started out being . . . it had become more of a state of mind than a place to be, an ethos of sorts about life and what it could be, what it should be, what it is . . .



What I love most about it is the sharing back and forth of thoughts and feelings and happenings.   The response I have from you . . . my readers, my friends . . .  And it doesn't always come here on the blog itself.  I get many, many e-mails as well as comments via Facebook and the like, and you know what?   I still get excited when someone comments, even if you are an old, old friend . . . I love to know that these words I have penned and woven together have touched someone in a certain or a special way . . . I love the sharing, because really . . . that's what it's all about.

Her pen stretched
the width of the page,
conveying thoughts
that were otherwise unspoken . . .


When I was a child, other than growing up and becoming a mother and housewife . . . I wanted very much to become a writer and artist.   I have spent my whole life writing little stories and verses . . . drawing little pictures, painting, creating . . . I am a very creative person.   I have to think that other than the joy I get from interacting with my readers in the way that we do . . . I love the fact that in writing this blog each day, I become . . . a writer of sorts.  And no, I may not be paid for it in dollars and cents . . . but I do get paid for it in something which is worth much, much more to me, and that is knowing that there are people out there who care . . . people out there that I touch in a meaningful way . . . people who share many of my own thoughts and feelings.  People who are somehow helped by reading my thoughts . . . 




It's not about becoming famous (as if!!) or having a huge fan base or even about being the most popular kid on the block . . . it's about sharing.   Sharing feelings.  Sharing thoughts.  Sharing love and . . . sharing experiences . . . because anything which is shared is somehow multiplied and divided.  Burdens . . . they become lighter.   Joy, it expands . . . and that is the beauty of all of this writing and sharing.    It's a "together" journey . . .

And so today I wanted to give you something else, and I have adapted this little painting of mine about friends so that you can download it and print it out for yourself.  It's a small token of love and appreciation for each one of you.  I hope that you like it.  I consider you all friends . . . and as much as you think I have touched your heart . . . you have touched my own in return.

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And I wanted you to know that.

Yesterday's Silver Lining . . . a tree down the street which is filled with pink buds just waiting to burst into cherry blossoms!  Oh, I do so love cherry blossom time!  Don't you??

A thought to carry with you through the day . . . 

"Great tranquility of heart is his who cares for neither praise nor blame."
~Thomas a Kempis 

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Cooking in The English Kitchen today . . . Mexican Pizza.   Quick, easy and delicious!

I can't believe it's Thursday already and the second day of Spring!  Have a fabulous one!


 

7 comments:

Suze said...

Thank you for your very beautiful post.

La Table De Nana said...

The words are so true:)

I started blogging to keep my recipes handy for my daughters and I ..never expecting anyone would read.A friend at the time urged me on..I was even embarrassed at first..
But like you ..have found such pleasure in it..and the penpals? So nice!
I was working at the time and made my daughters promise never to tell:)

You write beautifully..
and the little girls are darling.
So sweet.

I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

Like you I started blogging because I wanted to keep in touch with my family. It's been an added benefit to make new friends. I so enjoy it all. That cherry tree blossoming must be wonderful. Nice to know that Spring has come to some parts of the world.

HelenD said...

Well, I don't have a blog myself but I do love coming every day to your blogs and reading your posts.I find so much joy travelling this journey with you.I feel at home. There's so much beauty and so much love.I wish you can keep doing it for many more years to come.
Thank you for the card. It's wonderful!

Carol Z said...

Beautiful post. I'm very grateful to have met you and call you friend. You are a blessing in my life.

Carol Z said...

Beautiful post. I'm very grateful to have met you and call you friend. You are a blessing in my life.

Cathyjo said...

Marie as always alovely post,I'm most grateful to have you as a friend.You have help me get though some tuff time's.You so have bless my life.oooxxx