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PEPPERMINT SLIME AND MARSHMALLOW SNOWMEN

12/16/2018

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PEPPERMINT SLIME AND MARSHMALLOW SNOWMEN
 
Every year I make name card holders for the grandchildren’s Christmas table.  It makes dinner special as they find their assigned seat and what is holding their name.
 
 This year I had a grand idea of using snowman ball ornaments on top of three candy canes and the loop of the candy cane would hold the name card.  My grandson, Riley, is sooo excited about the holiday decorations, so I asked him if he would like to help me make them. 
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After a visit to Hobby Lobby in search of small candy canes, scouring the lights and decorations and a stop for lunch we went home to create!
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We found the photo on my IPad of a similar idea and started unwrapping candy canes. 
I thought it would be awesome.
Riley was skeptical.
 
It didn’t take long to realize that Elmer’s glue on candy canes creates something like peppermint slime.  Who knew candy canes and glue don’t mix
My mind quickly began thinking of what I had in the house to improvise and save this disaster? 
What will look like a snowman?
What will not melt with glue?
What will make me look a little less loser–like in the eyes of my grandson?
 
Well, when all else fails bring out marshmallows! 
Big GIANT marshmallows!
I thought it would be awesome!
Riley, who by now had eaten enough candy canes to have rosy cheeks and watery eyes from a little too much peppermint, was still skeptical.
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By the end of the afternoon we had used toothpicks and glue to attach the bodies, stood them on a base of red and green felt, gave them ribbon scarves and buttons.  It wasn’t until I broke a toothpick in half and pushed arms in the first little puffy man that I saw Riley smile.  
“Now, that is CUTE!” he said.
Wahoooo! We had snowmen!  
 
Once again I had received a lesson in acceptance.  My idea of the perfect card holder failed.  It took a little flexibility to improvise a new concept. 
They aren’t perfect. 
But by the time Christmas dinner is ready the marshmallows will be hard as stone, standing strong with the name tags sitting in front of their fat bellies while my grandchildren laugh and compare who has the funniest snowman.
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Pennie’s Life Lesson- Holidays don’t have to be perfect.  Flexibility in the process may turn out to be the best part of all.  
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YOUR TURN...         
My intent in sharing this with you is to encourage you to release the expectation of perfection during this holiday time.
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                                Thank you! ​
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I HELD JOY   IN MY HAND

12/9/2018

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***In preparation for the new year ahead, I thought I would remind you to be thinking of your "One Word" for 2019.  Here is a revisit to the word I picked in the past.  I will let you know what my "One Word" for 2019 is the first week in January.  
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    I HELD JOY
   IN MY HAND

I purchased holiday door hangers that said, “JOY” for my friends and delivered them with notes that held my wish for them to have Joy in their lives for the New Year.

I found a special ornament that said “JOY”during a shopping adventure, brought it home and hung it in a prominent place on my tree.

I even read the popular book that taught me how to declutter my closet by keeping only things that bring me “JOY.”

Every year I choose a word.  A word that will guide my life for the next 12 months.
This is different than a resolution.
It doesn’t cause me guilt or shame when I give up the diet I promised myself I would maintain or the exercise program that typically lasts a month.

This is a word I try to live by for a year.
I begin thinking about it around November.  Some years I struggle to find the perfect word.
Last year it came to me during a meditation.
This year it slapped me right in the face.  Over and Over and Over again. 

It took me a while to catch on.
Why did I decide to read the book in November that caused me to begin really thinking about what does bring me JOY?

Out of all the thousands of ornaments for sale in the stores, why was I drawn to the one small JOY ornament to bring home for my tree?

Why did I choose the JOY door hangers for my friends?

While shopping a few after-Christmas sales it flashed before me like a beacon guiding me to open my eyes.  Everywhere I turned in the mountains of left over holiday items covered with words, sentiments and greetings - JOY jumped at me.

One piece pulled me closer with intentional force.  I reached through the crowed isle to pluck the simple glittery word from the shelf.
I stood in the middle of the store holdingJOY in my hand.
At that moment the golden statement sunk into my heart. 

   THE WORD IS JOY! 

JOY had been trying to reach into my life in small and quiet ways.  It had been whispering to me,
      “Wish ME to your friends,
       bring ME into your home,
       allow ME to fill your heart!”    

The in-my-face synchronicity was not to be ignored.
    THE WORD IS JOY!
    MY WORD IS JOY! 

I brought the golden JOY home and hung it in my office as a reminder to live the New Year in JOY.
To only bring things into my life that bring me JOY.
To seek experiences that bring me JOY.
To share JOY with others in every way and every day.
To be mindful enough to learn what really does bring me JOY and love myself enough to settle for nothing less than a JOYOUS life and a JOY-filled year!

Feeling very satisfied with my decision, I moved on to my daily routine of opening the mail.  The last envelope was a holiday card that had most likely been delayed in delivery.
I reached in the red envelope.
The silver glitter covered card reflected the sun magnifying the message into a blinding validation.
The card had one simple word on it- JOY!
Of course it did….
   THE WORD IS JOY! 
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Pennie’s Life Lesson:
“Love yourself enough to know what brings you JOY and welcome it into your life!”  
                     
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YOUR TURN...         
My intent in sharing this with you is to encourage you to experience JOY in the new year and share it with others.  What is your word for the new year? 
Share your thoughts and experiences relating to this post in a comment below .  And please feel free to email me  at:
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                                Thank you! ​
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THE SLED

12/2/2018

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​It held my children, grandchildren, cousins, neighbors and dogs. It has been a rocket sliding down a hill, a snow wagon and a photo prop.
It caused laughter, delight and joy.  It caused fights, bruises and tears.

I am not even sure if I remember the day it arrived in our home.  Most likely it was delivered in a sleigh by a man in a red suit.  I do know the sled has been around for decades. 

I ran across it in my garage propped in a corner.  The runners once bright and shiny red looked rusty.  The wood worn, the original twine colored rope long ago replaced by a red version.

With the outside temperature too cold to turn on the garden hose, I did the next best thing – I brought it in the house.
I gave it a shower.
Leaning it against the tile I took the shower sprayer down and began cleaning off the years of neglect. 
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As the cobwebs ran down the drain I saw my children – dressed in snowsuits, hats, mittens and boots.  Hardly able to move due to the layers of protection. The only skin showing was their faces with the glow of their cold blushed cheeks. 

The water poured brown and dirty as years of memories flashed through. 
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The year it was taken to the lake while the men ice fished and the kids would take turns having sled rides across the frozen water.

The hill that seemed Alpine-big and served as the daredevil challenge for those days when the sled was ridden until little fingers were frozen and the draw of a warm bath and hot chocolate waiting at home became strong enough to end the fun.

The year my brother’s St. Bernard pulled the sled filled with squealing kids across Grandma’s yard.

Drying the sled off, I rubbed the runners to polish every inch while memories continued to reach every corner of my heart.

The way I felt as I watched my three most important loves, hearing their squeals of delight as I held my breath hoping they would reach the edge of the snow safely.

The way I ran to them when an unseen rock would derail their speed causing a tumble, a spill and tears.
The arguments over who would get the next turn.

Tying greenery and a plaid bow around the wooden slats, I remembered…
The day my daughter perched her babies on it to snap the perfect holiday  card photo.
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The Sled.
​​Now instead of the dirty corner of the garage, it stands in a place of honor next to my antique sewing machine surround by twinkling lights.
The red and green bow a crown of appreciation for work well done.

I walk by it and see those chubby snow kissed faces.
I hear the squeals of joy.
I think of how my children are grown and their children are taller than me.
I wonder how time has slid by so quickly --
year by year,
snow by melting snow,
and one quick ride down the hill at a time.
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Pennie’s Life Lesson:
“Pay attention to the little things in life
​     – they slip and slide by quickly.” 
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YOUR TURN...         
My intent in sharing this with you is to encourage you to think about the special memories in your life...what object spurs them?
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TYPOS ARE NOT TATTOOS

11/24/2018

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TYPOS ARE NOT TATTOOS 

Through the magic of text messaging I was ranting to my daughter about how I had found a typo in one of my Facebook posts.  Text only posts are impossible to edit.

I was upset with myself, after all how could I have missed something so simple and hit the post button which instantly transported my mistake to the world of Facebook and its billion users? 

After a few back and forth acronym filled interactions, she hit me with, 
          “It just shows u r human and anyway 
             people are already liking your post.” 

We were both traveling in different parts of the country and I had little time to fuss with it, so I closed my Ipad and went on with my day. 
But—the typo continued to harass my mind.  Her text, “It just shows u r human,” played mental push back to my self-inflicted criticism.  

Then it hit me – she was right! 
It was just a typo.
A slide of my finger that hit one letter over from the one I intended.
One hit of a key on my keyboard.
It wasn't as if that one keystroke was going to be tattooed on me as a permanent mark of shame across my forehead that read –
            "I MADE A MISTAKE!"

In an hour it was lost in the stream of Facebook banter and hardly noticed.  The Facebook users who received it had let it go in minutes, maybe seconds, and continued to move on through the river of messages that flowed through their screens.
So why didn't I let it go as well?

How many times in life do we turn simple forgettable "life typos" into permanently inked tattoos that mark us for months, years or longer?
So much of our life dramas are really small insignificant issues that we allow to be blown into tragedy by telling and retelling the story of how it happened, criticizing ourselves for why it happened and bemoaning the outcome as if it were a monumental life changing event.

Most of them are not.

We need to know when to call a typo just a typo and not a tattooed mark of shame
We need to allow ourselves to be seen as human. 
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Pennie’s Life Lesson:
          “Release the small mistakes in life
                        – allow yourself to be human.”
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Pennie Heart to Heart
TYPOS ARE NOT TATTOOS

YOUR TURN...         
My intent in sharing this with you is to encourage you to give yourself a break from the constant self criticism that we all do.  We are all harder on ourselves than anyone else could be.  Show yourself some kindness!   
Share your thoughts and experiences relating to this post in a comment below.  And please feel free to email me  at:
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THE GRACE OF GRATITUDE

11/17/2018

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​THE GRACE OF GRATITUDE

During this time of thankfulness I ask that we, together, place our hands over our heart center and recognize how different we are –and yet very much the same.

Whatever religion you align with or light that you follow –we can all move together toward a common goal of gratitude.

As you hold your hands over your heart center, recognize that whatever our talents, our dreams, our backgrounds, or our life situations we can all join in the grace of gratitude. 

Be grateful for our individuality and also for our common bond;

Be grateful for our families and friends who are with us and those who have gone before us;

Be grateful for animals, plants and all living things that love, nurture and nourish us;

Be grateful for our occupations and the impact our work has on others – and ourselves;

Be grateful for the beauty that surrounds us created both by nature and by human hands;

Be grateful for the smallest of moments and the grandest of experiences;

Be grateful for our bodies that carry us through the lessons we are here to learn; 

Be grateful for our breath and the rhythmic in and out of our life power;

Be grateful for the flow of pure love and the spirit of life that runs through us. 

May our love be strengthened and our lives be broadened as we move together - in grace - toward a common goal of gratitude.  

Blessings to us all. 
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Pennie’s Life Lesson:
“Allow the flow of pure love and the spirit of life that runs through us all to fill you with the Grace of Gratitude.”
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Pennie Heart to Heart
GRACE OF GRATITUDE

YOUR TURN...         
My intent in sharing this with you is to encourage you to understand everything we do, think and feel counts.  Our actions, our thoughts and our emotions add up and make a difference! 
Share your thoughts and experiences relating to this post in a comment below.  And please feel free to email me  at:
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                                         Thank you!  
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IT ALL COUNTS!

11/12/2018

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    IT ALL COUNTS
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I came back from my walk frustrated. 

     “I forgot to wear my pedometer, so I’m
       not getting credit for my steps!”

My husband heard my grumbling and responded with,
     “It doesn’t have to be counted by a  
       pedometer.  Your body knows and gives
       you credit for it.”

He was right.  Just because a little tech device wasn’t calculating my steps and chiming when I hit 10,000 didn’t mean it didn’t happen. 

It made me think of how this relates in so many ways to our lives. How many times do you tell yourself stories like these…

   ~ If no one sees me eat a donut then the calories don’t count…. Wrong - your body counts them.

   ~ If I am speeding it is ok as long as there isn’t a police officer in site…Wrong – accidents happen when you speed and then the police will arrive.

   ~ I don’t have to show up for school or work today, I will just study and get my project done so it doesn’t matter if I was there…Wrong – It does matter.  Other’s notice if you don’t ‘show up’ for them.ALWAYS, ALWAYS, show up!

   ~ If I think negative thoughts  it’s ok as long as I don’t say them out loud…Wrong – thinking negative thoughts is just as damaging as saying them out loud… all that negative self-talk counts.

   ~ I don’t have to tell someone I love them, they should know.  Wrong again, don’t ever miss an opportunity to tell someone you love them.  Life is precious and brief.  There will come a time when it was your last chance to tell them.
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   ~I’m busy so I can rush by people and not take the time to acknowledge them, thank them or be kind… Wrong! Showing kindness and gratitude makes a difference.  You put out energy with every action.  By projecting kindness and gratitude you put positive energy out into the world to be felt and mirrored back to you.  What you project you can expect. It all counts!   

Every step we take, every move we make, every word we speak counts – even if no one sees us do it, hears our words or charts our progress. It counts!
 
Pennie’s Life Lesson:
“Every step we take, every move we make, every word we speak counts – even if no one sees us do it, hears our words or charts our progress. It counts!”
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YOUR TURN...         
My intent in sharing this with you is to encourage you to understand everything we do, think and feel counts.  Our actions, our thoughts and our emotions add up and make a difference! 
Share your thoughts and experiences relating to this post in a comment below.  And please feel free to email me  at:
 PennieHunt@gmail.com. 
                                         Thank you!  
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FREE FALLING

11/2/2018

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 I fell down.
I am not sure how, but my entire body fell to the ground.
My knees took a hard hit followed by the rest of my body as it stretched out on the dirty concrete sliding (less than gracefully) until I put my hands out to stop myself. My suitcase and purse fell over next to me. Lying on my belly, arms reaching forward and my legs behind in a childlike Slip-n-Slide position.
I was confused and stunned.

There were no signs of a hole or bump, nothing that I slipped on. I just fell down. One minute I was thanking the shuttle driver, handing him a tip, pushing my suitcase and the next minute I was flat on the dirty concrete.  I felt like a fish that had just been taken out of the safety of its pond and thrown floundering on the shore. 

I quickly got up, told the shuttle driver I was fine and moved toward the curbside check in. Every step I took was slow and precise. After dropping my suitcase off I found the first rest room in the airport to see if my knees were intact under my jeans and wash the dirt off my red sore hands. Minor scratches were all my body incurred, but my ego and confidence were silently damaged.

I sat on the plane during my flight reliving what happened. How it happened and why it happened. I didn’t have the answers, but I knew I felt vulnerable. 
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I am grateful that I wasn’t really hurt. I know a broken wrist is common when you put your hands out to stop a fall. The way my knees hit I could have damaged them. I could have hit my head.
My scuffed knees and sore hands will heal and my confidence and ego will recover.

We have all fallen in many different ways. Falls happen in life. Most happen when we least expect it. We don’t see it coming. We aren’t prepared. The best we can do is slide through it as gracefully as possible, pick ourselves up, wash our hands and keep going.  This is how we learn.  It is in the falling, failing and floundering that we move forward.  
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Pennie’s Life Lesson:
         “When you fall down in life, pick                          yourself up, wash your hands
                     and keep going.”
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Pennie Heart to Heart
FREE FALLING
YOUR TURN...         
My intent in sharing this with you is to encourage you to understand that we all fall in life- in may areas, work, relationships, personal expectations.... it is how we get up, shake it off and move forward that counts. 
Share your thoughts and experiences relating to this post in a comment below.  And please feel free to email me  at:
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                                         Thank you!  
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IT'S ALL COMMUNICATION

10/26/2018

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IT’S ALL COMMUNICATION
 
We sat in a circle on the floor of my office.  My daughter, her three sons, an 8-year-old and twin 5 year-olds, my 10-year-old granddaughter and me. 
In an effort to slow down the running, romping and squealing that usually occurs after dinner at my home I decided to introduce the Telephone Game.

I explained the rules –
To begin the first person in our circle would whisper a word or phrase into the ear of the person sitting next to them. They would listen and turn to whisper it to the person next to them and so on around the circle.  The last player would then say the word or phrase out loud so everyone could hear.

They thought this was simple enough and as each whisper passed from mouth to ear the certainty of what they were saying beamed on their faces.  It wasn’t until the first round had been completed and the initial
   “Gracie the dog is cute and furry”
​ morphed into
   “Gracie is a hog that eats in a hurry”
that the laughter exploded and they understood why this game was fun.  Only one word from the original message had been communicated correctly.

In a perfect world, every message would be relayed to the receiver with accurate precision.  They would understand the full meaning as the speaker expected.  The speaker would be confident that their message was heard with the correct intention. 
This is not the way communication works. 

I have this line I say almost daily,
       "It’s All Communication.” 
Everything in life comes back to communication.
We are born as communicators, crying and squealing as we take our first breath.  We learn to understand the meaning of words, facial expressions and emotions.  We mimic them in an effort to be accepted and to gain what we desire.  We learn how to use our voice and body to verbally and non-verbally communicate happiness, joy, love and fear. 

With age we learn to hide our true feelings and muffle our emotions.  Communication begins taking over in streams filling our mailboxes, inboxes and lives.  The overwhelming amount of information becomes blurred as it layers in our minds. We try to decipher what is true and what is gossip and repeat what we believe we heard. We repeat second or third-hand stories that become skewed in the retelling. 

Communication becomes complicated.

And so begins the grown up version of the Telephone Game.  Listening, repeating, listening, repeating.

We assume what we say is understood by the person we communicate with.  
Many times it is not.
We assume we hear information correctly.  Many times we don’t.
We assume what we hear is true. 
Many times it isn’t.

Communication, the lack of communication or misunderstood communication is the cause for all of life’s problems.  Fights, divorce, anger, hatred, battles – big and small all come back to communication.

How different would the world be if we asked the person we were communicating with if they understood what we said?

How different would the world be if we repeated back to the speaker what we believe we heard and asked for validation that we were receiving the message correctly?

How different would the world be if we communicated honesty, trust, respect and kindness?

How different would the world be if we didn’t repeat distorted gossip, half-truths and rumors?

How different would the world be if the whispers at the beginning of the game were repeated in the exact way it was intended creating a complete circle of accurate truthful understanding?

Words have power.  It’s all communication!
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Pennie’s Life Lesson:
          “It’s ALL Communication!”
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Pennie Heart to Heart
IT'S ALL COMMUNICATION
YOUR TURN...         
My intent in sharing this with you is to encourage you to be accurate with your communication - sending and receiving. Words have power!
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                                         Thank you!  
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OPENHEARTED

10/19/2018

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OPENHEARTED

For many of us winter is long, cold and isolating.

This kind of cold makes us hunker down in our homes curled tightly in a “protect me” position.  

It is human nature during any type of cold to do this.  Weather, anger, rejection, betrayal, grief, fear all create feelings of cold and isolation.

The tight “protect me” pose closes our body posture in a way that tightens around our heart secluding it from others. 

When the end of winter is in sight and the journey through life challenges comes to a close we see the sun fill our lives once again.

As the warmth rejuvenates us, we stand up taller in a happier stance.  This strengthens and stretches our lives in a more openhearted way allowing love to flow through freely.

This openheartedness creates a glow that not only warms us, but everyone we interact with.

By pulling back the layers that protected us from the cold, like Superman pulling back his shirt, we reveal our heart and come alive once again.

Pay attention to how and when you fold into “protect me” position.

Pay attention to how and when you break free of your cocoon to spread your butterfly wings for all to see.

There is a time for both.
Power comes with knowing when to curl and when to fly. 
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Pennie’s Life Lesson:
“There is a time for both the caterpillar’s cocoon of safety and the freedom of butterfly wings.  Recognize when it is time to be safe and when it is time to fly.” 

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Pennie Heart to Heart
OPEN-HEARTED
YOUR TURN       
        My intent in sharing this with you is to encourage you to think about when you have been in "protect me" position and how did you work through it?  Or are you still in a cocoon?  
Share your thoughts and experiences relating to this post in a comment below. 
 And please feel free to email me  at:
 PennieHunt@gmail.com. 
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DO YOU EVER "THINK" ABOUT LOVE?

10/13/2018

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​DO YOU EVER THINK ABOUT LOVE?

We talk about love all the time.
We love this thing and we love that person.   Yet, how often do you really THINK about love?

Most people spend more time deciding what to have for dinner than thinking about love. Shouldn’t this intense feeling of deep affection rally more than an occasional thought?

What is love?
What does it mean to love and be loved?
Who do you love and what makes you love them?
Who loves you and what makes them love YOU?
How do you show love through actions, words, expressions and service?
Are you showing it in a way that makes that person FEEL loved?
What makes YOU feel loved?
How do you feel when you GIVE love?

When you begin thinking about Love and asking these questions your ability to express love and feel love will increase.
That only makes sense, right?

Take some time to study your habits of love.  Study the way you love the ones closest to you and how they love you.  Study how you show love to the clerk at the grocery store or the co-workers you interact with all day.  Study how you treat yourself.  Are you loving to yourself?

It is easy to create a habit of nonchalant loving without ever thinking about LOVE.  Maybe it is time to begin nurturing the way you love.

Tell others that you love them.  Show others that you love them. Start planning LOVE into your day.  

Don’t forget to love yourself in the process!
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Pennie’s Life Lesson:
        “Do you ever THINK about LOVE?
             Maybe it is time to begin!”
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YOUR TURN       
My intent in sharing this with you is to encourage you to think - really think - about love and how you can better nurture it in your life.  
Share your thoughts and experiences relating to this post in a comment below .
 And please feel free to email me  at:
 PennieHunt@gmail.com. 
                                                Thank you!  
        
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         This was written and produced by Pennie Hunt.
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    There is a certain magic about where I live both physically and spiritually – on the crossroads of Spirit and Brave. 

    It seems appropriate that my writings be found under the sign that locates my life.  I wish for all of you the ability to live in your Spirit to experience a life filled with love and gratitude and be Brave in the learning of your life lessons. 

    Enjoy!
            Pennie

     

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