Thank you, bunnyslippers, for nominating me for the Sunshine Award. I think. I discovered that a nomination is as good as receiving. Receiving this award is similar to those chain letters you get by email that state you had better send them on to a certain number of people or you will break the chain. You’re not sure if you’re happy or sad you’ve gotten it. Know what I mean?
I don’t know if WordPress or some zealous blogger started this award, but I expect they had the best of intentions. Isn’t the Sunshine Award about connection? I’m supposed to nominate ten more bloggers for the award, which means ten additional connections from my blog to theirs, and they continue on with ten more connections after linking back to me. Math has never been my thing, but picture that across the blogosphere. Yikes!
This linking started me thinking (OMG, a rhyme) about the several meanings and levels of connection:
. “Hey, man, let’s connect.”
. You connect the doohicky to the thingamajig
. I met her, and right off, we connected on some level. I mean, we really connected.
I was on the phone with one of my closest friends a couple weeks ago, and we were discussing connection with a capital “C.” She and I had felt a Connection when we first met some years ago.
Many would say that, for people, this feeling can explained by shared commonalities and similar histories. Biologists might even say pheromones. Some would say past lives.
It also happens when you feel something on a deep level that can’t be explained.
Sometimes connections hold over miles or over years. Sometimes we feel the connection for only a moment.
When we meet the eyes of our dog. Or cat.
When we stop in the middle of a hike to listen to the wind in the trees.
When we watch our child sleeping.
When we’re away from home and a stranger smiles at us.
When we sit silently in a boat at dawn and don’t care if the fish bite.
What connections have you made recently?
Oh dear. I nearly forgot the questions I’m supposed to answer with this award, so here goes:
Favorite food: Depends on my mood
Favorite actor: What’s her name. I’m getting older, and my memory has turned to shit.
Favorite TV Show: Right now I’d have to say Game of Thrones, but I’m getting a kick out of that new one that follows it, Silicon Valley, or is it Silicone?
Favorite Tear Jerker: Movie – American Beauty; Book – The Reading Lessons
Favorite Sport: To play – badmitton; To watch: zilch
Lucky number: None are lucky for me.
Tea or coffee: Not fair. I can’t have caffeine, though I’d love to, so I’m stuck with herbal tea.
Holidays: Does this mean favorite or ones I hate? Halloween’s my favorite; I ignore Christmas. You can’t imagine how calming it’s been.
Favorite Christmas Movie: Oh, please.
My ten nominees are (please forgive me, you guys):
http://nhanfiction.com/ – Oops! No, no. I think this is the guy who doesn’t want any awards. Can’t blame him. This is taking me all morning and past lunch to complete. He’s got a great blog, but I won’t ask him to do all this work. OK?
Now I’m supposed to go visit everyone and tell them what is happening. I hope they are all in a good mood this morning. This is where I need a smiley face.