Meme – (n.) A unit of cultural information, such as a cultural practice or idea, that is transmitted verbally or by repeated action from one mind to another.
[Shortening mimeme, from Greek mimēma, something imitated, from mimeisthai, to imitate.]
**Ummmm ... when you read that definition, did any of you have the deja vu-ey feeling that you were on the film set of My Big Fat Greek Wedding riding around in the carpool with Toula Portokalos' dad, Gus??**
Aha! This rolling dialog will spread round the world sharing ideas, thoughts, and dreams for the betterment of mankind (or so I hope). Well, since Jo believed I had something worthwhile to share I shall dive in and give it a try. [*Splash!*]
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I Am, I Think, I Know, I Have …
I am: celebrating life
I think: so deeply I often lose my way in the present moment
I know: I am loved
I have: a need to explore life’s beauty down through niches and caves of wondering thoughts
I wish: I had chosen to live life this fully earlier
I hate: thinking about hateful things (this was by far the hardest blank to fill in)
I miss: my son, Andrew
I fear: the overpowering pull of a perfectionist nature that stymies my expression
I feel: like Merlin … getting younger with age : )
I hear: my daughter playing the harp (a piece of Heaven slipped through the clouds)
I smell: “the sea” (my latest “favorite” body gelee) and long to visit Mendocino
I crave: (honestly … good, dark, luscious, melt-in-your-mouth chocolate came to mind first … hmmmmm ….) HUGS while eating good, dark, luscious, melt-in-your-mouth chocolate. [Note: This should be administered daily, as needed]
I search: my heart for prickles and root them out so as to make room for more love to grow
I wonder: as I wander …
I regret: living so long with regrets (now I jettison them)
I love: the life God sketched out for me (painful childhood and all)
I ache: at the tear of a neglected child.
I am not: the same timid person I used to be
I believe: the greatest of these is LOVE
I dance: ALL THE TIME (I can’t help it -- it just happens!)
I sing: opera in the shower (I am forever longing to be The Lady of the Night from Mozart’s Magic Flute)
I cry: at the silliest things (fireworks finales, the singing of the National Anthem, the entrance to Disneyland, a hug, the sound of a child singing …), but rarely do I cry when hurt (that pain goes deep down and hides from view in a sad place behind a staid expression)
I don’t always: appreciate the gifts found in each day
I fight: the urge to hide behind a mask
I write: because I MUST!
I win: when I don’t fear losing
I never: pass up a hug
I always: get a goodnight kiss from my husband : )
I confuse: those around me at times, but they love me anyway (and I am SO grateful)
I listen: more now than I every have before
I can usually be found: with my nose in a book and a teacup by my side
I am scared: of fewer things today than yesterday
I need: the joy of the Lord EVERYDAY!
I am happy about: those things that I choose to be happy about
I imagine: of a world where every child is loved and cherished
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Well, now would be the time for me to pass along the tag (and believe me I have pondered this for quite a while). I decided that I would "tag" new bloggers who do not have a backlog of posts for me to explore in search of gems denoting personality, dreams, and the odd quirk. So, I now tag Connie, Lisa, and my precious daughter Elizabeth. (To which I add, this is purely voluntary -- no pressure included.)
[ZOWIE! I can't believe I actually made these nifty hyperlinks with NAMES -- so cool! I learn something new every day. Thanks Jo, you forced me waaaaaay out of my comfort zone!!]
7 comments:
Comfort zone or not it was beautiful and poetic... and you :-) (((Deb)))
What a beautiful post-- I would've turned it all silly, but after reading yours, I feel almost like I was just 'fed' my creative snack for the day ;-)
That was really lovely. And of course I HAD to read it in the morning...... before I've had anything to eat..... and now I can picture giant hills of chocolate parading across my mind....... and calling to my hips...... and I think I'm succumbing........
And I'm thinking "Thank Goodness I didn't get tagged with this one yet" because thin I would actually have to think. But I will. I know it. Because whenever I think this....... I get tagged with it. It's a law or something. *sigh* :)
hi debbie,
brilliant post....thanks.
this will come as a surprise, i suppose, given that we've "just met" but i have just received a prayer request for a family who have lost their newborn, a twin. i thought that you would understand the need of this family better than i can and maybe you would put something on the comments page at "A yarn...."?
i havent posted yet, have to rush off to work , so dont be confused by that.
you'll find the request on the comments at eclectica.
please dont feel obliged, write or not as you are led
thanks and god bless
k
This is a great meme... I think I will copy it today on my main blog... and please take me to Mendocino with you! :o)
"I wish: I had chosen to live life this fully, earlier."
That has to be my favorite answer, dear friend. I too share that wish. And thank you so much for playing along; I feel as if you're a delightful neighbor with whom I have many morning teas in your bewitching garden, talking of life - its joys and sorrows.
Here's to you, my friend!
Fondly,
Jo
lovely lovely. you are precious.
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