Writing is like being able to put life into a snow globe. It takes the things that are too big and scary and reduces them into a form that I can put away when I want and look at from a distance. It also takes all that’s good in life and captures it into something I can take out when I want and look at close up and keep forever. It makes the bad things into something I can hold…and the good things into something I can hold onto. Both help so much that I need that little souvenir of life.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Totally Random Tuesday-Love

I used to think that, in order to be loved, I had to be all things to all people all the time.

Now I’m convinced that in the end we are loved not for who we are or what we do— or even for how much we love back. In the end we are loved simply by virtue of the generosity of the hearts that surround us.

So my true friends and loved ones are getting better as I age. If experience is a sieve, what’s left is the gold.

8 comments:

  1. So, either sell this to a card company or post it on a billboard on Highway 270! It is such a beautiful sentiment. I treasure you for YOU!

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  2. Thanks, Linda. Same to you. You just illustrated my point!! :)

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  3. Wow, Tammy! So powerful, just like I'm so used to reading from you!! ....from your treasured mind, to our treasured eyes!

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  4. Hi Tammy,
    How uplifting and wise, and your post is golden!
    Donna

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  5. Thanks, Becky! And you ARE a treasure!!

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  6. Thanks, Donna! I'm genuinely honored!!

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  7. Very beautiful sentiment. I love it when experience isn't used as an euphemism for "old". : )

    Pat
    www.critteralley.blogspot.com

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  8. I'd never thought about it that way, Pat! Thanks!

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