A BIT OF INSPIRATION

This has been a big week for awards. Maybe it’s something in the air, or maybe it’s just the flipping of the calendar. This one, from Sue Vincent — who, like me, doesn’t accept awards. So from one award non-accepter to another, thanks Sue. I’m honored and I’m touched.

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No, I know I don’t usually accept blogging awards these days. But it is a holiday… which means it is a time for not doing usual things. It is also the start of a new year, which makes it a perfect time to look at some of the things that have inspired me over the last one… and share the work of just a few of the people who write on WordPress.

And anyway… I couldn’t refuse Seumas and his cheeky Glaswegian twinkle….

If your blog is on the list and you accept awards, the guidelines are below. If you don’t accept awards… and you don’t have to… then take the nomination simply as a token of my appreciation.

Picking just a few is a near impossible task given the sheer scope of those to choose from! Especially as Seumas has already nabbed one or two…

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THE MORE THE MERRIER ……GOT A NEW AWARD!

Although I no longer accept awards, I felt I needed to say thank you in some way for this lovely honor. I really do appreciate the gesture and I am sincerely grateful that you chose me 🙂

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index1Better late than never……Before its too late let me take this opportunity to thank my friend and fellow blogger Saya…D..Poet fornominating me forSisterhood of the world Award.  Since I was off blogging for a week and couldn’t get time to do the needful therefore today I am here to show my gratitude to her. It is always good to get acknowledged for your work and when it comes from your friends it is worth all the more.

Here are the questions she asked:-

Name a moment till now which has brought on tears of sadness or gratitude or happiness etc.

ME: When my elder son was born….I was the happiest soul having tears of joy in my eyes. 

Have you felt an incomplete feeling as to what you are doing is not enough? If yes, what did you do?

ME: I pray whenever feel incomplete. God…

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ONE WORD PHOTO CHALLENGE – PANTONE MARSALA

THIS WEEK’S ONE WORD PHOTO CHALLENGE IS THE COLOR, MARSALA.

i.1.marsala-color-of-yearI’ve been watching this prompt series for a while, but never participated. This was such an interesting choice of color, I decided to give it a try. Not being a wine drinker, I was a bit stumped until I looked at Cee’s pictures, and of course, the Pantone color swatch.

Marsala is Pantone’s color of the year for 2015. I would describe it as a shade of red, close to brick or rust. Crossed with a hint of burgundy and brown. Aged brick. Old machinery. And the last leaves of autumn.

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HE SAID YES

In late 1979, I walked away from my first marriage. It was a friendship which should have stayed a friendship. Regardless, it had yielded a son and in years to come would produce a lovely granddaughter. Clearly, it was meant to be, even if it were not meant to last.

Off to Israel I went with my son where I remained for 9 years. While I was away, Garry wrote me. Every week, 2 or 3 letters arrived in my mail box. Fan mail. As that second marriage fell apart, I lived from letter to letter, carrying the most recent one with me until the paper on which it was written fell apart.

I wrote letters to Garry too and when I got back to the States, I found he had saved them. He had a drawer full of my letters. I don’t think either Garry or I has written a letter to anyone else since.

August 1987.

I’m back. I landed at JFK Airport on August 11, 1987. Just a couple of days later, I headed north to see Garry. He would be on the Vineyard where he shared a place with work colleagues. I would join him there.

It was a magical week.

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There had always been something between us. That special something had been there before and during my first marriage. While I was overseas, that something had grown stronger. Apparently absence really can make the heart grow fonder. It did for us.

Last night, Garry and I were watching a new episode of NCIS. Garry is a devotee of the show and was enthusiastically looking forward to a brand new show on which Gibbs was rumored to reconnect with another of his former wives.

Gibbs is often described by Tony (in the show) as “a functional mute.” A man who can give a monosyllabic response to even the most complex question. Garry greatly admires this quality and last night, I had a revelation. Garry really IS Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Even though they do not look like twins, they are twins of the heart, manly men who believe apologizing is a sign of weakness.

We were on our way back from a magical week on Martha’s Vineyard where we had reconnected. Reaffirmed our attraction whatever that thing was — dare I call it love? — we had between us. Both of us had survived a horrible decade. Bad choices, bad relationships. Problems at work. The years had taken a heavy toll on us.

Garry Clean Harbors-SMALLAnd here was Life giving us a rare opportunity to “pick up each others’ option.” It had always been possible, but for one reason or another reason, including a whole host of hard to explain stuff, we had never done it. If ever an opportunity had “last chance” written on it, this one did.

On the ferry ride back from the Vineyard, we talked. Or, more accurately, I talked. He listened and occasionally commented.

I pointed out we had tried pretty much everything. Our relationships had failed. Some quite spectacularly. Remarkably, we had continued to find pleasure and comfort with each other. Despite the crap we’d gone through and having been separated for nearly a decade.

“We’ve tried everything else,” I said. “Maybe this time, we should try each other?”

Garry looked at me. “Yes,” he said.

One word. Gibbs would have been proud. Any woman worth her salt would have needed a full afternoon to respond to that question. I might have required a whole weekend. But he said “yes” and he meant “yes” and about a year later, we were married and have been ever since.

So I ask you — was that not worthy of Leroy Jethro Gibbs? I think it was. Give that man his own television show!