I’m kind of searching for a particular instance of being thanked that was special enough to carry with me. Of course it’s nice to be thanked.
For most people, it’s important to be thanked when they do something for someone. I hope that when I help someone, that they benefit and appreciate the effort that went into it. Being thanked is pretty low on the list of what I get out of it. This might be a low self esteem issue. I generally feel uncomfortable being thanked. Yeah, that’s probably an issue.
I get it,
dear Charlie . . .
I had to scratch my head a bit
on this one too.
Being thanked by my gardens
fills me with joy
that is not affected by human longing. ♥
My daughter gave me a beautiful Mother’s Day card recently, with a special note thanking me for being her “mama”.🩷 Her sentiment made me cry & warmed my heart.
I feel so blessed to have the honor of being her “mama”. She is a gem. 💕
When I walk out into the gardens
after tending to it all day,
it is usually
in the last few hours
before the sun leaves the sky.
I am tired,
sweat-stained and dirty,
but renewed in my heart
for the effort . . .
the world is starting to wind down for the day.
Everything
is fresh and fragrant
after a good watering . . .
plants are stretching out their legs
where I’ve pulled and dug up weeds,
new plantings
are becoming acquainted with their neighbors,
while little spiders, earthworms,
and ground beetles,
settle into the soil I have disturbed.
I can almost hear the gardens breathing . . .
the lilacs toss their heads,
and the iris stand up taller
and look more stately.
Lilies of the valley peep out at me timidly
from behind their large leaves,
and the peonies
stir a little inside their tightly wrapped buds,
anxious to see the sun.
Seldom seen garter snakes and toads
seek out the fresh moisture
and a squirrel stops by
for a drink from the bird bath.
These moments
fill me with peace
and give me great joy.
I have done my best
and my gardens thank me . . .
I know it
because I can see very well
that I have made them happy. ♥
Thank you for this question. It is a Thank you expressed by someone dear to my heart through a poem which touched me deeply, sensing the deep joy about a step taken by me to support and to start working together with kindred people close to my heart, which was expressed in a beautiful poem in German language, which unfortunately I am unable to translate into English. It appeared completely unexpected and was a pure expression of joy and gratefulness. … and the world begins to sing if you just say the magic word… it was a magic moment, pure and true, and will stay in my heart, even deeply grateful.
Wünschelrute
Schläft ein Lied in allen Dingen
die da träumen fort und fort,
und die Welt hebt an zu singen
triffst Du nur das Zauberwort.
I carry thanks from the clients I supported through the community and Crisis Text Line. It’s not that I keep what I did to be proud of myself, but to motivate myself to help others in the future.
My daughter-in-law offered a prayer for me on Mothers’ Day just recently, recognizing my lack of confidence in my ability to parent and grandparent adult children. She was so generous in her gratitude for me – it still makes me tear up as I write this.
I sponsored many women who were struggling spiritually, mentally and emotionally due to alcoholism in their homes. One woman’s oldest child continues to thank me and my then husband for taking his family in even though it was over 40 years ago. He’s the epitome of today’s quote from Elizabeth Gilbert.
” In the end, maybe it’s wiser to surrender before the miraculous scope of human generosity and to just keep saying thank you, forever and sincerely, for as long as we have voices.”
I have received many expressions of thanks, but most recently, the thanks I got from my friend, Ericka, will be carried with me every day. We had lunch on Friday, and it was the last time I will see her for a while since she and her husband decided to move back to Kansas City. It was not in their plans, but since she’s been doing her fieldwork there and their kids and families live there, they just decided it was best for now. Anyhow, she and I shared our gratitude for each other and the friendship we created together. She said some very kind things to me that I won’t go into detail over, but her words helped me see myself in a different light. I love her and am really going to miss her. I know our friendship isn’t over, but I did cry when we said our goodbyes for now. A good friend is a true blessing.
I have received an expression of thanks from Ngoc for being understanding and an active listener for her on multiple occasions. It makes me feel compatent and helps me see the bigger that my ways have worked more than not. My competitive fire is more managed. Afterall, I have proven myself many times before. Overextension is one of the last things we need.
Last summer, I was feeling down. A dear friend, whom I think of as embodying grace, said to me, “I wish you saw yourself like I see you.” It was as if a light switch had been flipped. I reflect on that moment whenever I feel less than. It was a beautiful expression of her appreciation for me, and it lit a wick of self-appreciation in me. I carry it with me.
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I’m kind of searching for a particular instance of being thanked that was special enough to carry with me. Of course it’s nice to be thanked.
For most people, it’s important to be thanked when they do something for someone. I hope that when I help someone, that they benefit and appreciate the effort that went into it. Being thanked is pretty low on the list of what I get out of it. This might be a low self esteem issue. I generally feel uncomfortable being thanked. Yeah, that’s probably an issue.
I get it,
dear Charlie . . .
I had to scratch my head a bit
on this one too.
Being thanked by my gardens
fills me with joy
that is not affected by human longing. ♥
My daughter gave me a beautiful Mother’s Day card recently, with a special note thanking me for being her “mama”.🩷 Her sentiment made me cry & warmed my heart.
I feel so blessed to have the honor of being her “mama”. She is a gem. 💕
When I walk out into the gardens
after tending to it all day,
it is usually
in the last few hours
before the sun leaves the sky.
I am tired,
sweat-stained and dirty,
but renewed in my heart
for the effort . . .
the world is starting to wind down for the day.
Everything
is fresh and fragrant
after a good watering . . .
plants are stretching out their legs
where I’ve pulled and dug up weeds,
new plantings
are becoming acquainted with their neighbors,
while little spiders, earthworms,
and ground beetles,
settle into the soil I have disturbed.
I can almost hear the gardens breathing . . .
the lilacs toss their heads,
and the iris stand up taller
and look more stately.
Lilies of the valley peep out at me timidly
from behind their large leaves,
and the peonies
stir a little inside their tightly wrapped buds,
anxious to see the sun.
Seldom seen garter snakes and toads
seek out the fresh moisture
and a squirrel stops by
for a drink from the bird bath.
These moments
fill me with peace
and give me great joy.
I have done my best
and my gardens thank me . . .
I know it
because I can see very well
that I have made them happy. ♥
My cousin just snapped me her peonies- they bloomed on her return home from a weekend vacation – I love them, so beautiful.
I’m still waiting for mine to burst forth,
dear Michele.
They are indeed
worth waiting for! ♥
Nothing like a well-tended garden, grown by a caring gardener. dear Sparrow.
Namaste
That’s all the thanks I need,
dear Joseph . . . ♥
Namaste
Thank you for this question. It is a Thank you expressed by someone dear to my heart through a poem which touched me deeply, sensing the deep joy about a step taken by me to support and to start working together with kindred people close to my heart, which was expressed in a beautiful poem in German language, which unfortunately I am unable to translate into English. It appeared completely unexpected and was a pure expression of joy and gratefulness. … and the world begins to sing if you just say the magic word… it was a magic moment, pure and true, and will stay in my heart, even deeply grateful.
Wünschelrute
Schläft ein Lied in allen Dingen
die da träumen fort und fort,
und die Welt hebt an zu singen
triffst Du nur das Zauberwort.
Joseph von Eichendorff
Could this be an adequate translation
of your poem,
dear Ose? ♥
The Divining Rod
A song lies sleeping in all things
that dream on, ever on;
and the world begins to sing
if only you find the magic word.
Yes, dear Sparrow! And Thank You very much! 🙏❤️🙏
Thank g**gle,
dear Ose . . . 🙂
🌞
I carry thanks from the clients I supported through the community and Crisis Text Line. It’s not that I keep what I did to be proud of myself, but to motivate myself to help others in the future.
My Ngoc, feeling appreciated in our care for others helps us want to keep going.
My daughter-in-law offered a prayer for me on Mothers’ Day just recently, recognizing my lack of confidence in my ability to parent and grandparent adult children. She was so generous in her gratitude for me – it still makes me tear up as I write this.
I sponsored many women who were struggling spiritually, mentally and emotionally due to alcoholism in their homes. One woman’s oldest child continues to thank me and my then husband for taking his family in even though it was over 40 years ago. He’s the epitome of today’s quote from Elizabeth Gilbert.
” In the end, maybe it’s wiser to surrender before the miraculous scope of human generosity and to just keep saying thank you, forever and sincerely, for as long as we have voices.”
You are indeed a blessing Carol Ann Conner.
What a kind thing so say, Joseph. Thank you very much.
I have received many expressions of thanks, but most recently, the thanks I got from my friend, Ericka, will be carried with me every day. We had lunch on Friday, and it was the last time I will see her for a while since she and her husband decided to move back to Kansas City. It was not in their plans, but since she’s been doing her fieldwork there and their kids and families live there, they just decided it was best for now. Anyhow, she and I shared our gratitude for each other and the friendship we created together. She said some very kind things to me that I won’t go into detail over, but her words helped me see myself in a different light. I love her and am really going to miss her. I know our friendship isn’t over, but I did cry when we said our goodbyes for now. A good friend is a true blessing.
The beach is amazing. So grateful to be here 🏖️
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Thanks for that link, SunnyPatti.
I love that we can see the ocean from our computers 🌊
…next best thing
to being there. ♥
Beautiful, soothing view,
dear SunnyPatti . . . ♥
Isn’t it, though? ☀️🏖️
I have received an expression of thanks from Ngoc for being understanding and an active listener for her on multiple occasions. It makes me feel compatent and helps me see the bigger that my ways have worked more than not. My competitive fire is more managed. Afterall, I have proven myself many times before. Overextension is one of the last things we need.
The reciprocity of love and thanks for each other that my lovely wife Cheryl and I have for one another. Peace, Love & Light.
You are your lovely wife, Cheryl,
are very fortunate,
dear Joseph.
Nourish that love
with more love . . . ♥
My first thought was my children – I am thankful for being a mother.
Wishing all a good Monday and start of the week.
And a beautiful Monday morning to you Michele!
Thank you Joseph 🙂
Last summer, I was feeling down. A dear friend, whom I think of as embodying grace, said to me, “I wish you saw yourself like I see you.” It was as if a light switch had been flipped. I reflect on that moment whenever I feel less than. It was a beautiful expression of her appreciation for me, and it lit a wick of self-appreciation in me. I carry it with me.