My heart is so full today, I decided to give something away! Of course it couldn't be just any something. I woke up feeling really blessed for the wisdom of Christina Baldwin, writer, teacher, caller of circles and storycatcher most extraordinary. While I haven't seen her in years, I carry her voice in my head on days when I am present enough to listen. One of the books she has written is a guide for who I try to be in this world. Storycatcher, Making Sense of Our Lives through the Power and Practice of Story.She weaves into the beginning of the book threads of a story about visiting her grandparents in the summers with her family. Bee keepers. Honey makers. And how these experiences and the words, beliefs and ideas of her people gave her a sense of herself in the world. Marked her belongingness maybe. Christina invites us to tell us our story.
"Who put honey in your heart?
Let's start there.
Tell me that story."
So leave a comment with a bit of your story. Who put honey in your heart? Late Sunday I will select one of you and send you a signed copy of Christina's book and this StoryKeeper journal from my Red Collection in my Etsy shop. Happy Valentine's Day.
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My grandmother was our bee keeper. She was the one who made sure all of us were taken care of. She made sure we all got honey in our lives. I miss her.
ReplyDeleteThe honey in my heart comes from all of the friends over the years who have stayed up late listening to heart breaks or celebrating life's little victories. Each one has left a spoonful of honey in my heart which makes up the force I tap into when life gets challenging. I cherish them all!!
ReplyDeleteYears ago I would have easily relpied my grandparents, but that was before I had children of my own. Today, it is my youngest son who puts honey in my heart each and every moment. You see, my son has mild Autism and has taught me how to truly cherish the milestons many parents may take for granted. And most of all, he has taught me the beauty of living in the moment and taking time to see that which others often overlook.
ReplyDeleteMy mother is among the many people who have put honey in my heart. As an artist, she brought her creativity and love of color, form and nature into my world. I remember, in particular, a lunchbox she made for me when I was in grade school. Starting with a plain, gray, metal workman's lunchbox, she transformed it into a beehive, with golden paint and little bee appliqués. I carried that lunchbox to school proudly, knowing that my mother had made it with love and care. I'm so happy that she continues to share her love of art and beauty with me.
ReplyDeleteMy mom, whom I lost three years ago definitly put the first drop of honey in my heart. You see, my dad died five months before I was born. She became not only my mother, but my father, my sisiter, and my best friend. I am who I am because of her. Thanks Mom.
ReplyDeleteHoney flows into me and into you from within and without. From all the great mystics, gurus, and teachers. Honey is the Love that flows in all from the Lord God of us all.
ReplyDeleteMy children are the drops of honey in my ♥! I'm so thankful how they sweetin' my life on a daily basis!
ReplyDeleteMy beloved SO Scott put honey in my heart. He is sweet and thoughtful all-year round -- and lifts my spirits with a positively loving attitude :) *Thanks* for the giveaway!
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The honey in my heart is from my son. His sweet heart of gold and hugs & kisses & "I love yous" to me in front of his friends made me shine.
ReplyDeleteAnother mom once commented after my son, at 7, rushed out of school into my arms to tell me he loved me...she said, does he always do that? yep, I said, no matter who is watching.
She replied, wow, if he's still doing that at THIS age, in front of other people, he will never stop...and at 21 years old now, he hasn't yet!
He has remembered how I told him when he was a boy how wonderful it was for me to hear him say "I love you, Mom" and to this day I get one of those nearly every day.
Honey...pure, bee dripping honey, I tell you.
My grandparents and their stories and experiences of their native land put honey in my heart as I think of them quite often.
ReplyDeleteMy mom put honey in my heart :) She always taught me to keep a positive outlook on life and to treat everyone with respect. Just thinking of how much my mom loves me puts a smile on my face.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the giveaway and please enter me :)
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My loving 3 year old girl and my 10 month old son. They are my honey and keep my heart full of love. Watching my daughter love her brother, nothing could be sweeter.
ReplyDeletethe story of my baby nieces life on this earth puts honey in my heart and joy each day she lives!!!! her story is that her heart is not perfect...she is the first girl born into our family in 19 years all the others have been boys...she has had three open heart surgeries and she never gives up...so when i am feeling bad i look to her story to fill me with love again...
ReplyDeleteMy parents were the beekeepers in my life. they put so much love into our home and even though we didn't grow up with lots of money, we never knew. We had everything we needed and lots of love and never even noticed we weren't "keeping up with the Joneses". My parents have both gone home in recent years and I miss them both dearly.
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Besides the obvious, my husband and children, it is time to relfect. With out my quiet time I would miss all the honey around me!!!
ReplyDeleteMy mom is the one who put honey in my heart. Through all of her trials and struggles she is always giving and willing to help! Thanks
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My family.
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This was a typical week - how can one woman be so blessed? It started with a mini-retreat with my soul sisters - Lisa, Anne, and Lynda. Their presence is pure honey and love and safety and belonging. Then I received a Valentine card from my granddaughter (and her mother of course, since she's not yet two) - water color, sparkles, a unicorn and a picture of my Kadence pointing her finger at me - wishing me a Happy Valentine's Day. Pure love, pure honey, pure heart. Friday night I went to the DIA with my bestest friend Joanne and we looked at the art of love, drank champagne, and watched a movie called Medicine for Melancholy - about the medicine of love. Pure honey, pure love. Today I went to a dance performance in Ann Arbor with my friend Jacki - scintillating conversation, a little culture, a good meal, and the attention of one who adores me as a friend. Pure honey, pure love. Did I mention this was a typical week? At the source of it all - my mother, God rest her soul, was the bee keeper - she could love like no other and was an example to me her whole life of how to be a loving mother, mother-in-law, grandmother, and friend.
ReplyDeleteHmmm, I would say my parents in many ways. They encouraged me in creative and scholastic endeavors and always made me feel like I could do anything.
ReplyDeleteMy family mythology is that I used to say, "My Mother loves me when my hands are clean, but my Dad loves me all the time." I have also been known to say that if I turned out to be a serial killer, my Dad would have said that I was the best darned serial killer there ever was! This provided as evidence that it was my Dad that put the 'unconditional love' brand of honey in my heart. If I have managed to spread some of that around on my own family over the years, life is sweet!
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