Can I just say, I’m touched? So, very, very grateful for your generosity of spirit. You all did such a great job, turning out and commenting on Boy Wonder’s feature. I suspect that it might be a record number of comments on any post over on Modish—and I’m overjoyed that a good portion of those comments were made by my readership. You people know how to represent!
I was greeted this morning by a very chipper boy, “Mom, you’ve got to go see what people are saying! So many nice things! Grammy left a comment AND a designer!!” Evidently, he’d figured out how to access this site and then followed the links. Who wouldn’t, right? It’s not every day that the world sings your praises in print (more often than not, people would rather project negativity!) and reading about yourself in a positive light is ever so lovely. It’s good for you, in limited dosages. And I would wish that experience on each of you at least once or twice in a lifetime.
Some of you excel at providing this kind of recognition. I’m blushing as I type this, because I feel terribly awkward saying, “Hey look, someone is singing my praises over there.” Being tagged with these kinds awards always makes me uncomfortable! I mean, I’m honored and touched and deeply grateful for the kind words—but then the rules of such blog awards require that you in turn tag more people. And you know, I just can’t bring myself to choose! I can’t. Instead, I will point you to my readership! If you want an example of excellence, you simply have to click on any link from any commenter…
I am sincere with my gratitude. As you know, I’ve recently felt the dark side of the blogging world, so the timing of all this positive attention is a gift in itself. As it turns out, my detractors have not been content to be silently lurking, but actually write bile on the internet. Sadly, not just about me. I am always astounded, that when given the opportunity to raise your voice and be heard, a person might choose to profess such ugliness. The internet has provided an outlet for so many people to be heard… and I cannot wrap my brain around a choice for something other than beauty, truth, love, compassion, or justice.
It’s not to say, that we don’t have real stories of terrible pain. But there is a significant difference between writing our truths and churning out hatred. It’s the worst school playground experience magnified for the whole world to see. The internet does not forgive, nor does it forget. What we write in these personal spaces has the potential to outlive not only its usefulness to us, but our very selves. While what we write may not be a reflection of our whole selves, it is a reflection of a part of us. For future generations, it may be the ONLY reflection seen. And I don’t know about you, but I want my great-grandchildren to feel a sense of who I was when they read these words. I want them to respect that I was a person who cared enough about my world to ACT in my world. I want to leave a record of the beauty that can be found, the excellence that can be experienced, and the joy that I have known just being here.
So, for your part in this record. . . thank you. Each of you has stepped up in your own way—it does not go unnoticed. For your beautiful contributions to both this site and what you individually write on your own—words are not enough to express my gratitude.
Thank you.
I already know how you feel about being tagged. I want you to know that it doesn’t offend me one bit. I think you should be able to set up your own rules for that sort of thing.
I just used it as an opportunity to let those women close to my heart KNOW how much their blogs truly mean to me.
You’re a beautiful soul, Wende.
Much love to you and yours.
Have a grande weekend! 🙂
Kalurah
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Thank you for your kinds words and your understanding. 😀 ~W
You deserve the recognition because you do write like an angel! I’m glad that B.W. enjoyed his moment in the sun.
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You’re kind, Margaret. I have my moments. Mostly, I use too many words. Heh. 😀 ~W
I know what you mean about focusing on beauty. Life has its ups and downs. It isn’t that I deny the downtime’s existence. Rather, it is that I recognize the bad things just makes the good that much sweeter. Life’s difficulties are transitory moments. But if I don’t look for the good, then how do I find it? This is why I don’t understand people who feel the rest of us need to wallow in their self-pity, bickering, name calling, rancid, bitter, and ugly writing. The world is full of darkness. I don’t question its presence. I ask what my response to it should be. I don’t always have the best answer but I know that partnering with the darkness and becoming consumed by it isn’t the best choice. A thank you, such as what you’ve written, is an excellent way to explore the beauty of others. Thank you for sharing that.
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You’re right, in that it is a choice between light and darkness. To me, not really a choice. ~W
I’m glad things worked out so well with your son being featured on that website. I stopped by and checked it out, but didn’t comment – I’m sorry! I do want to tell you (or tell him, really) that I’ve been very inspired by his (and YOUR!) courage in creativity. I was never taught to sew or be very crafty in general, and it was just this past summer before I ever picked up knitting needles or dared to use a sewing machine. It is coming *very* slowly, but I’m trying! Today (again…because I thought of your son), I let my oldest daughter try her hand at running the sewing machine. The darned thing scares the bejeepers out of me, and I was worried about her using it, but she was all confidence. Her first creations (some totes for all the kids for their scriptures) were rough, but she was pleased with them! That’s what really counts. It makes me want to exhale a little and follow my sloppy creative impulses. 🙂
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Well, good for you for trying! And even better letting your daughter sew. I think her first project is great! Such a lovely idea. And you know, perfection is over-rated! (we don’t look at the inside of ANYTHING I make for myself, clothing wise. Heh.) And thank you for the kind words and thoughts. Happy Sabbath! ~W
that picture is just lovely 🙂
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Thank you! 😀 ~W
Well…I think the boy truly deserves it…he is a very inspiring person indeed. I love your posts to W…even when they’re not about the boy. I usually go away thinking about something you’ve written, mulling it about in the maze of my mind…I love all the good and bad, and light and dark that you share, because you are truly an explorer…and one who shares their observations at that…a rare and wonderful thing indeed! I’m glad Boy Wonder is having so much fun with everyone’s comments…it’s wonderful to be an inspiration to others!!
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Thank you, Sadira! I do so appreciate the feedback, as you well know. 😀 ~W
It’s just like the old saying…If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all. I can barely wait to meet that ROCKIN’ kid of yours. Talent, good looks and smarts….he’s going to make some lucky girl very happy someday! 🙂 A LONG TIME FROM NOW, of course. 🙂
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A very long time, I hope! 😀 ~W