Dear Friends, Family and Fans,
This morning I woke up and got hugged up! Not by a physical person, but by a gift. A few months ago, I received a throw. I think thats what its called, a kind of small blanket used to throw on a bedspread, as decoration, or to throw around you, for warmth.
I know something about the process it took to make it because I went through some of it with my sister-love (a sister by love). When we spoke by phone, she would say she was working on a project. She never said what it was, or the purpose it was to serve, but shed share some aspects of the process while we talked. There was a special yarn color she was looking for. I was on the phone with her when she found it. We celebrated, even though I didnt know what the color was, or how it was ultimately going to be used. Or one time, the crocheted/knitted stitches did not come out as she desired, so she pulled all the stiches out and started again. Whatever she was creating was obviously a labor of love.
I admit, I suspected the project had something to do with me. She had mentioned how much she liked my rose-colored bedspread when she last visited me. My suspicions were confirmed. I received the lovely addition to my décor. It matched my bedspread exactly, while giving it an additional spark. So, every day, I made certain to make my bed first thing in the morning so my gift can be displayed all day. But not today. I needed more.
There is so little physical contact during this period of social distancing and being sequestered in place due to the viciousness of the current pandemic. I needed a hug. I wasnt cold, but I took the throw off the bed and wrapped it around my shoulders. It became my hug.
During this time, we need to get our hugs from unusual places. Perhaps this is the time to look for reminders of items with love attached to it. Maybe the necklace, earrings, gloves, scarf or hat (or in my case even a wig a new best friend took off her head after her fabulous singing performance, saying Just let me take the hairpins out of it, and comb my hair) given after you admired it. Or maybe an inexpensive gift: a sign proclaiming something you enjoy; a tee shirt in your favorite color; a coffee cup with a special saying; or a trinket bought based on a thought of you. Signs of generosity of spirit and loving hugs. When you find it, let it be your hug.
Perhaps this is the time to get our hugs from the deepest recesses of our heart and mind, from behind the misunderstandings, hurt and anger that separated you from a person you once loved. Maybe this is the time to search your heart, soul and spirit and ask God to help heal you so you can forgive by remembering the love you shared before the virus of hurt and anger consumed you. The person doesnt need to be hugged in public or to even virtually hug you back. Social distancing can work with this. Just let your spirit give and receive the virtual hug from a time long past. Give it. Receive it and move on. Give yourself the gift of forgiveness. And stay hugged up.
Love and realness,
#lindamichellebaron
www.mylindamichellebaron.com
This morning I woke up and got hugged up! Not by a physical person, but by a gift. A few months ago, I received a throw. I think thats what its called, a kind of small blanket used to throw on a bedspread, as decoration, or to throw around you, for warmth.
I know something about the process it took to make it because I went through some of it with my sister-love (a sister by love). When we spoke by phone, she would say she was working on a project. She never said what it was, or the purpose it was to serve, but shed share some aspects of the process while we talked. There was a special yarn color she was looking for. I was on the phone with her when she found it. We celebrated, even though I didnt know what the color was, or how it was ultimately going to be used. Or one time, the crocheted/knitted stitches did not come out as she desired, so she pulled all the stiches out and started again. Whatever she was creating was obviously a labor of love.
I admit, I suspected the project had something to do with me. She had mentioned how much she liked my rose-colored bedspread when she last visited me. My suspicions were confirmed. I received the lovely addition to my décor. It matched my bedspread exactly, while giving it an additional spark. So, every day, I made certain to make my bed first thing in the morning so my gift can be displayed all day. But not today. I needed more.
There is so little physical contact during this period of social distancing and being sequestered in place due to the viciousness of the current pandemic. I needed a hug. I wasnt cold, but I took the throw off the bed and wrapped it around my shoulders. It became my hug.
During this time, we need to get our hugs from unusual places. Perhaps this is the time to look for reminders of items with love attached to it. Maybe the necklace, earrings, gloves, scarf or hat (or in my case even a wig a new best friend took off her head after her fabulous singing performance, saying Just let me take the hairpins out of it, and comb my hair) given after you admired it. Or maybe an inexpensive gift: a sign proclaiming something you enjoy; a tee shirt in your favorite color; a coffee cup with a special saying; or a trinket bought based on a thought of you. Signs of generosity of spirit and loving hugs. When you find it, let it be your hug.
Perhaps this is the time to get our hugs from the deepest recesses of our heart and mind, from behind the misunderstandings, hurt and anger that separated you from a person you once loved. Maybe this is the time to search your heart, soul and spirit and ask God to help heal you so you can forgive by remembering the love you shared before the virus of hurt and anger consumed you. The person doesnt need to be hugged in public or to even virtually hug you back. Social distancing can work with this. Just let your spirit give and receive the virtual hug from a time long past. Give it. Receive it and move on. Give yourself the gift of forgiveness. And stay hugged up.
Love and realness,
#lindamichellebaron
www.mylindamichellebaron.com
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