Thank you for this, and the idea of learning deeply from that which is not spoken.
A moment with Dick Gordon was my orange. My high school English teacher. I had written a paper on limericks...I had concluded the paper with an original limerick about writing the paper. He called me over to return the paper. His eyes were smiling - he had given me an A+ and told me he had never had more fun reading a paper. And, he had written me a limerick back about reading my paper. The import of this moment did not hit me for long time. But in retrospect, over the years it returns to me. I treasure it. I felt seen. Heard. Appreciated. I will never forget how he took a homework assignment, received it as a precious gift, and returned it to me in kind.
Dear Susan: Thank you for sharing - it just melted my heart! I love how from A+ you a comment you went to seeing heard, seen and appreciated! I truly hope that educators, coaches, mentors read your comment and realize the power that we all have to make children/teens and other adults feeling seen/heard and appreciated! Happy Holidays!
This is such a beautiful story and it made me tear up. Your definition of love is accurate and a welcome description in a society that uses that word so flippantly and sometimes inaccurately, because you’re right, love does cost something. Today I celebrate the impossible birth which led to the unspeakable death, which was the ultimate act of love for everyone, even those who killed him. Thankfully that’s not where the event ends, but that defines love for me, and you’ve captured it too! What an amazing mother you have and have become. Merry Christmas and thank you for the story!
Dearest Shelley: Thank you so much for your heartfelt share! You made my day! I am so thrilled that you got to experience a light in a seemingly dark world and reconnect with love, gratitude and appreciation. Sending you lot of love and light! M
Your story with symbols and neuroscience principles deeply resonated with me, giving me fond memories too. Thank you for sharing this heartfelt and meaningful story, Magdalena. Happy festive season.
I'm married to a Polish man who also lived through martial law. I've heard many times the tales from Christmas time, including carp in the bath tub. It's fun to feel like I can resonate. even though I'm not from there. Inspires me to tell my mom's story about her childhood in Taiwan.
Dear Pain Story Exit: Yes, the carp in the bath tub is famous (lol)! I do hope that we will get to read your mom's childhood in Taiwan! I know it's going to be inspiring and very powerful! Cheering you on! Keep writing!
What a beautiful story of love and sacrifice - thank you Magdalena for sharing it with us 🙏 My orange moment when I felt seen as I had never been before was when the Professor supervising my Honours said “Are you going to do a PhD?” I was on a high from that question for a good three weeks afterwards! The fact that he thought I was capable of such a thing was amazing to me. ‘Who, me?’!!!
Dear Kisane: WOW! I love your story! thank you so much for sharing! It just never ceases to surprise me how much influence and power teachers have over the future of students! I'm so happy that you had a great professor that asked you that question and that you saw yourself as capable to achieve that and that you've got your Ph.D. Congratulations and thank you so much for sharing this inspiring story - b/c I hope that teachers/educators/professors read it and are reminded to bring the best out of the students, to believe in them and to encourage them!
Such food for thought! I teared up thinking of your mom's expression and sacrifice of love. Before motherhood, my practical, sensible self would have looked at it value for value and seem it as nonsensical. But now as a mother, I'm constantly observing my daughter, considering amid my busy my moments... What does she need to know she is seen? Loved deeply, Valued? What's needs to be filled in her that will shape her for the better later, even if she doesn't know how or why later?
Thanks for putting story, senses and colour to these ponderings. What a precious mother you had.
Dear Emily: thank you for sharing and thank you for your very deep questions! I love the self examination as we go through our busy days...what do the people that we love need to know to feel seen/valued/heard? And the next layer of what shapes us and how we shape others through our daily actions...Thank you for this amazing inquiry!
My item is a dark blue waistcoat that my Gran made for me. They didn't have much and lived a very simple life. But this was something she made for me, it came literally from her hands with care and love. I still have it in my wardrobe, because it's too special to get rid of, even though I have outgrown it. I wore it at the prize giving just before I left school to have her with me, a knitted hug. People spend so much on gifts now, but it's the simple, made things that mean so much
Dear Tracey: that sounds so precious and so touching! I love that you are saw it as a gift that come from you Gran hands - made with love, and that this type of a gift(s) are like hugs - I love that! Thank you so much for sharing!
Thank you for this, and the idea of learning deeply from that which is not spoken.
A moment with Dick Gordon was my orange. My high school English teacher. I had written a paper on limericks...I had concluded the paper with an original limerick about writing the paper. He called me over to return the paper. His eyes were smiling - he had given me an A+ and told me he had never had more fun reading a paper. And, he had written me a limerick back about reading my paper. The import of this moment did not hit me for long time. But in retrospect, over the years it returns to me. I treasure it. I felt seen. Heard. Appreciated. I will never forget how he took a homework assignment, received it as a precious gift, and returned it to me in kind.
Dear Susan: Thank you for sharing - it just melted my heart! I love how from A+ you a comment you went to seeing heard, seen and appreciated! I truly hope that educators, coaches, mentors read your comment and realize the power that we all have to make children/teens and other adults feeling seen/heard and appreciated! Happy Holidays!
This is such a beautiful story and it made me tear up. Your definition of love is accurate and a welcome description in a society that uses that word so flippantly and sometimes inaccurately, because you’re right, love does cost something. Today I celebrate the impossible birth which led to the unspeakable death, which was the ultimate act of love for everyone, even those who killed him. Thankfully that’s not where the event ends, but that defines love for me, and you’ve captured it too! What an amazing mother you have and have become. Merry Christmas and thank you for the story!
Dear Melody: thank you for your authentic share. My heart goes to you. Sending you love and light! and thank you! Merry Christmas and happy Holidays!
🥲❤️💍 lovely Magdalena, thank you for sharing such a beautiful story and writing it from your heart.
I felt a lot of emotion running through my heart and upper body, reading through it, feeling the deep love your mother had for you.
Then when you asked ‘what is your orange?’
I started to cry..
My orange is the life that my parents built for me and my siblings, sacrificing so much to give us what they didn’t have.
Looking back I wish I had had deeper appreciation for everything that they did.
And now that they both have passed over the last five years, I know that they understand the love and appreciation I have for both of them.
Thank you for the tears of gratitude, and being a light in a seemingly dark world.
Lots of love, Shelley❤️👑
Dearest Shelley: Thank you so much for your heartfelt share! You made my day! I am so thrilled that you got to experience a light in a seemingly dark world and reconnect with love, gratitude and appreciation. Sending you lot of love and light! M
Your story with symbols and neuroscience principles deeply resonated with me, giving me fond memories too. Thank you for sharing this heartfelt and meaningful story, Magdalena. Happy festive season.
Dear Dr. Mehmet: I'm so happy that it resonated with you and that it connected you with a found memories! Happy Holidays!
I'm married to a Polish man who also lived through martial law. I've heard many times the tales from Christmas time, including carp in the bath tub. It's fun to feel like I can resonate. even though I'm not from there. Inspires me to tell my mom's story about her childhood in Taiwan.
Dear Pain Story Exit: Yes, the carp in the bath tub is famous (lol)! I do hope that we will get to read your mom's childhood in Taiwan! I know it's going to be inspiring and very powerful! Cheering you on! Keep writing!
What a beautiful story of love and sacrifice - thank you Magdalena for sharing it with us 🙏 My orange moment when I felt seen as I had never been before was when the Professor supervising my Honours said “Are you going to do a PhD?” I was on a high from that question for a good three weeks afterwards! The fact that he thought I was capable of such a thing was amazing to me. ‘Who, me?’!!!
Dear Kisane: WOW! I love your story! thank you so much for sharing! It just never ceases to surprise me how much influence and power teachers have over the future of students! I'm so happy that you had a great professor that asked you that question and that you saw yourself as capable to achieve that and that you've got your Ph.D. Congratulations and thank you so much for sharing this inspiring story - b/c I hope that teachers/educators/professors read it and are reminded to bring the best out of the students, to believe in them and to encourage them!
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Such food for thought! I teared up thinking of your mom's expression and sacrifice of love. Before motherhood, my practical, sensible self would have looked at it value for value and seem it as nonsensical. But now as a mother, I'm constantly observing my daughter, considering amid my busy my moments... What does she need to know she is seen? Loved deeply, Valued? What's needs to be filled in her that will shape her for the better later, even if she doesn't know how or why later?
Thanks for putting story, senses and colour to these ponderings. What a precious mother you had.
Dear Emily: thank you for sharing and thank you for your very deep questions! I love the self examination as we go through our busy days...what do the people that we love need to know to feel seen/valued/heard? And the next layer of what shapes us and how we shape others through our daily actions...Thank you for this amazing inquiry!
My item is a dark blue waistcoat that my Gran made for me. They didn't have much and lived a very simple life. But this was something she made for me, it came literally from her hands with care and love. I still have it in my wardrobe, because it's too special to get rid of, even though I have outgrown it. I wore it at the prize giving just before I left school to have her with me, a knitted hug. People spend so much on gifts now, but it's the simple, made things that mean so much
Dear Tracey: that sounds so precious and so touching! I love that you are saw it as a gift that come from you Gran hands - made with love, and that this type of a gift(s) are like hugs - I love that! Thank you so much for sharing!
What a beautiful story, Magdalena. It made me cry..
Dear Sophie: Thank you so much for your kind words! Happy Holidays to you and your loved ones!