 LOVE NOTES
I send Love Notes. Some say, “Thank You.” Some say, “I’m Thinking of You.” Some say, “I Am Grateful To Have Met You.” And, some just say, “Hi.” They all say – “I Love You.” You see, I'm a conversationalist; A communicator. I love to talk. I love to write. I love words and the way they somersault out of my mouth and into the hearts of those who receive them. I love to give pieces of myself to others by sending a gift that carries with it my heart thoughts. Life may be too easy for us today. We simply type a note through our emails or texting and it is magically in the hands of the receiver within seconds. I remember the magic of writing a letter to my Grandmother asking for my favorite peanut butter cookie recipe and waiting in anticipation for the postal service to deliver her response. I remember waiting two weeks for a letter from my sister with the much awaited pictures of my newborn nephew and then hurriedly writing her back to say, “Send more! Send more!” Today we have immediacy and instant gratification. But there is magic in holding a note created with love; Tracing the swirl of the handwriting with your finger; Seeing the smudges of the ink or noticing the faint smell of the perfume or cologne of the sender; and knowing the message has traveled across the country or even across town to arrive in your hand. When I put pen to paper I spill my thoughts and emotions with the intent of someone else holding them. My love and my energy travel with my words. From my hand to their hand I want them to hold the gift of me. Heart to heart communication cannot be generated by a machine. This is personal. I send Love Notes. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Pennie’s Life Lesson: “Take the time to write a love note to someone you care about– make it personal.”
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 IF YOU DON’T KNOW MY DOG’S NAME, YOU DON’T KNOW ME…
If you know me, really know me, you know my dog’s name, her story, our story, and what she means to my heart . After my Dad passed away in 2005 I was asked to accept an award being presented in his honor from the school where he was a teacher. During the presentation the speaker outlined programs my Dad had started, accomplishments he made and footprints he had left in the life of the school and in the lives of the students he taught. I didn't know any of this before he passed. After my Son, J.T., passed away in 2007 I met people he touched and heard stories of how he taught them how to play guitar, how he had encouraged a church to give financial support to a young family in need and how he had befriended an internationally recognized artist and over coffee they would talk about the Universe. I didn't know any of this before he passed. How many times in life do we believe we know someone, yet we haven’t taken the time to know what makes their heart sing? We hurry through our days, our lives and our relationships without knowing who and what they love, what is important to them or what impact they are having by investing a piece of themselves in the heart of another. I regret not knowing these remarkable details about my Son and my Dad when they were alive. How I wish I could go back and share with my Dad my pride for his accomplishments when they happened. How I wish I could have shared in the conversations with my Son and the artist as they talked about the Universe. How I wish my heart had sung with theirs during these magic moments of their lives. It isn't that hard, really. We need to slow the pace of our lives. We need to take the screens away from our faces. The screens that include televisions, computers, phones and the emotional privacy screen we put up to keep us from getting too close or revealing too much. We need to sit knee to knee, eye to eye and connect. We need to care enough to listen and learn each other’s heart songs, likes and loves -the simple ones and the grand ones. As for me, if you don’t know my dog’s name, her story, our story, and what she means to my heart, you don’t know me. Her name is Yogee. Pennie’s Life Lesson: “Care enough to really know someone – know what makes their heart sing.”  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. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Pennie’s Life Lesson: “Release the small mistakes in life – allow yourself to be human.” All Rights Reserved Copyright © 2013 Pennie Hunt This was written and produced by Pennie Hunt. Feel free to forward this post. Please keep the entire message intact, including contact, logo, and copyright information. If you have any questions or comments, or for reprint permission please email: [email protected] Thank you! |
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