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10 communiction skills for developing more loving relationships-Randy Fujishin
2 inserts I want to share that I took to the heart:
"You cannot love without giving." - Mother Teresa
There are sacred places we carry in our hearts forever. They become a part of our interior landscape, rich reminders of who we are and what we're about. And just as surely as they etch their memories of time and place upon our souls, we leave the echos of our whispers within their borders. I carry such a place in my heart.
The beach was small and secluded, located at the end of a dirt road somewhere south of Kona, Hawaii. From its half-moon shore, the sea and the sky seemed to reach out to the horizon in soft blues and emerald greens. My wife and I sat on the warm sand, feeling the magic of this beach for the first time. it was the second day of our honeymoon, and we would return often to this place in the years to follow.
On that day, I noticed a couple at the other end of the beach who arrived in the early afternoon. I watched them in the distance as they held hands, talked in whispers, and seemed to enjoy each other's company. Before they left, they strolled over and said hello to us. To my surprise, they were much older than I had thought-both were i their seventies.
As they talked with us, we learned they had been married for over fifty years and had raised four children. I asked the husband for his secret to such a long-lasting relationship. Without hesitation he replied, "I learned to be a giver and not a taker." "You see," said Henry, "when we were first married, I thought Alice would provide a good home for me-she would give me companionship and love. Plus, she was the best-looking woman in Kilua-Kona. All I could think about was what Alice could give me."
"Well, afer fifty years of marriage," he concluded, "I've learned to be a giver and not a taker."
"If love is real, it will be evident in our daily lives, in the many ways we show we care." - Thich Nhat Hanh
My friend's husband died of leukemia fifteen years ago. Russ's death left Sharon with a broken heart and a four-year-old daughter to raise on her own. Russ was an outgoing man whose expressive nature let Sharon know just how loved she was. I especially admired the way he showed his love for his wife and daughter by his actions more than his words. I always noticed his ever-present smile, kind eyes, and gentle touch that declared his love for Sharon and Emma.
Five years after Russ's death, my wife and I were having lunch with Sharon in a quiet Chinese restaurant. I asked Sharon what she missed most about Russ.
"I miss his warm toes on my cold feet when I'd wake up at night." "His toes?" I smiled in disbelief. "Oh, yeah," Sharon said. "His warm feet against my cold toes. There are a lot of things I miss about Russ, but just being able to feel his warm feet is what I miss most in the middle of the night."
My wife added, "I know the feeling. I'd miss Randy's hugs at night the most, just before we fall asleep."
Since that conversation, I've tought a lot about what I'd miss most about Vicky. It would be the way she smiles at me right before she falls asleep at night. I've seen that smile countless nights over the years- a soft, timeless smile from the one who knows me better than anyone else in this world.
You know, I guess I know the feeling too!
Tel Me No Lies - Ellyn Bader, PH.D., and Peter T. Peterson, PH.D., with Judith D. Schwartz