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People Don’t Really Care How Much You Know… Until They Know How Much You Care

caringHow do you reach another person’s heart?  In this case, I don’t mean romantically.  Rather, to move a person to action.  Why should someone else listen to you?  Who made you the fountain of all knowledge?

Parents, teachers, gurus, advisers, counsellors… do not always have an easy task!  It can involve a great deal of patience.  All of the knowledge, experience, insight that you have acquired and are now trying to impart to a child, student, disciple, client or patient.  It may seem to go in one of their ears, and faster than the speed of light, it fleas straight out of the other ear.


At the end of the day…no matter how much you might try, it is up to an individual whether they listen, whether they heed, whether they apply all the well-meant advice and guidance offered.  Each person has to make their own decisions and live with the consequences.  It can be painful to watch at times.

I have done a little teaching.  I often remembered a phrase which I heard from my parents many times.  As the title of this post indicates:

People Don’t Really Care How Much You Know…

Until They Know How Much You Care

I thought about that a lot.  I know it was true in my own case.  I heeded the advice of those I was convinced truly cared about my long lasting welfare.

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I have family and friends who have many academic accomplishments under their belt.  However, at times, they seem to want to lecture us on a series of topics that are of very little interest to us.  We do not debate that they are clearly very knowledgeable on these subjects. However, it is difficult to endure a lecture on a subject that bears little relevance on your life.

Without sounding overly sceptical, I have reached an age where I can see that advice on everything from diet, vitamins, finances, health can change from year to year.  I am a lot more cautious and shrewd in general.

No matter how clever you might be, the truth often is, people don’t really care!

Unless…they know that you really care.

When someone is trying to teach me, train me, move me to change something or prompt me to action..what really touches my heart is seeing a glimpse of their heart.  When they put their heart, their conviction into their words.  When they skilfully help me to see the true value, the benefit of their advice.  When they are undoubtedly sincere, genuine and disinterested in their motives.  It is so much easier to swallow their goading, even if initially it is unwelcome.

HugAdvice reaches my heart when I am sure that they truly do care.  They might not be voicing exactly what I would like to hear.  Even if sounds perfectly reasonable and is delivered with polished eloquence, I may chafe against the counsel to begin with. Sometimes my own heart wants to lead me in a very different direction.  But at they end of the day, I am won over by realizing I am loved.  Someone cares enough to point out to me that I need to make a change or take an action that might be uncomfortable to me.  I am grateful for that level of concern.  Eventually I see the evidence of genuine care.

I have to make my own decisions.  I have to live with those decisions.  I have to be happy with my decisions.  If I regret my decision, it is wise to admit that and make a change.  I am more than happy to listen to the opinions of others.  But what sways me is not just how clever they seem, but the combination of how caring and concerned and convinced they are.

So whenever I am in a role where I have to offer advice…I try to keep that phrase to the forefront of my mind:

People Don’t Really Care How Much You Know…

Until They Know How Much You Care

I am going to admit to you… I am so tired my head feels numb, so I don’t think I explained that very well… but you do know what I mean don’t you?

Moments Like These Shape Our Minds

contemplating.jpgI am not as much of a deep thinker as I used to be. I used to think and contemplate a lot when I was a younger. But now I am more of a “liver”. I’ve already made sense of so many things in my head, it has provided me with a wonderful foundation to live with gusto! Having things sorted in your head does make for a better life on the whole.

But I find myself contemplating again of late. I met a wonderful man you know as Goldfinch, who has helped my heart to heal so much. He moved back to Australia. I went to Australia to visit and there I met a girl with a Bible in her hand, and we chatted for some time. We met a few days later for a coffee and I asked her many many questions.

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She gave me her e-mail address. She recommended to me that I go to the London Excel Center at the end of August to listen to a program all about what a force real love is, how real love behaves. I sat there thinking of my ex-flatmate almost the whole time. I started praying earnestly about him after that.

street.jpgA couple of weeks later I went for a walk across London and ended up on the same little side-street as he was. I was overwhelmed and walked past hoping he had not seen me. He saw me. He managed to convince one of my close friends to give him my number (I had expressly asked my close friends not to give out my new number to anyone after what happened with social media a few years ago.) He rang me. I just happened to have the day free (I don’t normally) and so I was home when he rang. I was relaxed. We talked. It was a very positive conversation, we even laughed. He said some lovely things, including offering an humble apology. I agreed to meet him.

peace1.jpgAnd here we are weeks later…I can hardly believe it! I find myself contemplating everything, fascinated by the twists in this saga. It was almost as if I had to have some preparation for my heart and my mind to be ready. I mean to ask him if there was anything that prompted and prepared him for this. I feel as if I have been around the world and come back again. I have been travelling along this road of life, and although enjoying the journey, I was always wondering about the destination. Right now…I feel as if I have found him again. I can hear his voice in my sleep, it’s him whispering in the night. I can hear his heartbeat when I am resting in his arms. We are at peace, that’s amazing. Everything else that has happened has been an unexpected and wonderful bonus. It was the sense of peace I was searching for all this time.

When Your Heart Is 10,100 Miles Away!

Here is hoping that the plan Goldfinch and I are hatching for the weekend works out just the way we hope!

Our plans are simple, a leisurely stroll hand-in-hand, through the woods as the trees start to turn various shades of gold, followed by pub grub.

Hopefully building more beautiful memories of Goldfinch which I will treasure for years to come!

My main concern is that the thought of how much I am going to miss Goldfinch makes my eyes very leaky and I don’t want to spoil his weekend by sobbing every five minutes. I have to make sure I can control it.

I keep thinking of how I am going to feel once he has gone to Australia – he is planning to go in November.  By then it will be cold, dark and wet here and my heart will be far far away, over 10,000 miles away.

Aaaaah – sigh!



Sharing My Heart

SHARE-YOUR-WORLD becomes SHARE-YOUR-HEART this week! I am stepping up to the challenge, as after a year with Goldfinch in my life, my heart is pretty much brimming over.

Melanie starts with some close to the heart questions and then moves on to the more romantic side of the heart. I do my best to answer:



What’s your favourite way to spend a weekend?

With friends!!!

Preferably outside in the great outdoors! I love walking and am glad to have many friends who love walking as much as I do.

Nothing like dropping in somewhere for a drink so we can sit and rest our achy feet for a bit.

Who do you admire most in the world?

Lots of people. Of course I admire both of my parents and other members of my family. but I am privileged to have worked along side some pretty incredible volunteers.

There is one man who sadly died recently after living for almost an entire century. He had been a full-time volunteer since he was about twenty years old. In his nineties he still working full-time, and was managing a department of around forty men and helping to coordinate projects internationally. He was still travelling extensively in connection with those projects. He was an early riser and used to make a point of greeting other colleagues when they arrived at work and having a chat with them. He always wanted to make sure everyone else was happy and felt free to come forward if they were having any personal problems. He was a wise astute balanced man who had a twinkle in his eye and a warm smile.

He had a fall at work and was taken to hospital and for the first time in his life had to stay overnight in hospital. On arriving at the hospital the next morning, we were told that the hospital staff had some concerns that he may be showing signs of dementia. We had never noticed any signs of dementia, so we were rather curious. The hospital staff said that they had heard him saying he wanted to leave hospital as soon as possible because he needed to be back at work. He had been talking about a board meeting. They assumed that as he was well into his nineties he was surely not working. We had to confirm to the hospital staff that he did work full-time, that he did chair board meetings, that he did manage a huge department and that he had not had a day off sick for seventy years.

He died a few years later that fall of cancer. He had been a full-time volunteer for over seventy years and had trained thousands of other volunteers. He had travelled to many countries and was remembered fondly by many. His funeral was enormous! One of the largest funerals I have ever attended. Boy did I admire him! I remember many of the inspirational conversations we had.

What do you regret not doing?

I have regrets.

There are things I did not do, because at the time I did not feel I could.

For example, after I was attacked, I did not want everyone to know what had happened to me. A few key people knew, but they kindly made sure that the news did not get around. At the time that seemed best. I could not cope with the messages I was receiving (many hundreds of messages) and so I switched off my phone and did not look at it. Eventually I left home without that phone, so I have never been able to face all those messages from friends and workmates who knew I had vanished very suddenly from London but had no idea why.

Now, I wonder whether it would have been best to have made sure people knew I left London because I was the victim of a serious crime. I am sure that many think I left London in shame. The rumours prior to my disappearance had been that I was having an affair with a married man. I am sure people think that I left London in disgrace.

If you see a puddle on the ground, do you walk around it or over/in it?

It completely depends on my footwear. If I am wearing a pretty pair of shoes, of course I would want to avoid puddles at all costs. I am not going to ruin a pretty pair of shoes just because I like puddle jumping.

However…if I am walking in my wellingtons (am I correct in thinking they are called gum boots in America?) or in my hiking boots, puddles are kind of fun!



If you have an S.O. or spouse,  how do you know that they want to make love, without them saying a word?

Whenever Goldfinch would arrive here, I would go out and unlock the huge gates that obscure my dwelling place. As soon as he saw me he would kiss me and normally give me a squeeze somewhere that told me what he had in mind.

As soon as we were inside he would put his bag down and take his shoes/boots off. In the sweet little flat I live in, straight in front of the front door is the kitchen. Sometimes we did not even make it out of the kitchen!

I don’t remember either of us having to say a word. We were always hungry for each other.

Other times we would just head straight to the bedroom. We normally spent an hour or two before sleep, depending how tired we were. He would usually wake me about five o’clock in the morning to make love to me. My head would be very painful, so all I could do is lie there and let him move me around into whatever position he wanted me.. Then before breakfast, which I was more awake for after taking my pain killers. Usually after breakfast too. Then we would shower and go out for the day. Never a dull moment with Goldfinch! Perhaps you understand one of the reasons why I am missing him soooooooo much!!! I swear I wanted him for more than his body!! He has been amazing for me! In so many ways.

When I was at his man-cave…aaaaah! I loved making love within the man-cave…yes, my point is, I don’t think any words were ever involved. I can’t remember any verbal preamble. We just started as soon as we were in private…and making love was a major part of the weekends we spent together. We both understood each other perfectly well without any words. Once we were alone, it did not take long before we were making love.

What’s the most romantic gesture your lover has ever done for you?

Goldfinch did something once that I don’t think I can quite share here. I don’t think you would understand perhaps why it was so romantic. I am NOT talking about something sexual. But it did make me feel a closeness I had never felt before to another man. And the way he did it. He did not even ask permission. He just went right ahead. I was kind of shocked but I felt an extraordinarily close to him after that. I just loved the way he took charge. I was slightly in awe of him after that.

I am just annoying you by writing about something without telling you what it is aren’t I!! It’s just a but too personal, and I don’t think you would understand. There are so many things he did that I found incredibly romantic. And I will admit I think sometimes that he may not have intended to be as romantic as it came across. I think he just knows how to treat a woman.

Which reminds me…Goldfinch knows all about the situation I had with my ex-flatmate Jack. Goldfinch said to me one day: “I bet he would have been rubbish in bed!” I looked at Goldfinch and laughed before replying, “he probably would have been!”

Well here was another romantic moment, from the third weekend I ever spend time with Goldfinch in November 2017 that I wrote about in another post:

I had a terrible cold back in November 2017 – my weekend with Goldfinch at Stowe Landscape Gardens and Stowe School. Did I ever tell you what he did in the restaurant we went to?

I was full of a cold and he had taken me to a beautiful location to walk in the freezing cold air, not realizing how ill I was. Although he certainly had ways to keep me warm 😉 my cold became worse and worse during the day. So when we entered a restaurant that evening, he spotted a table near to the fireplace. Without even asking a waiter, he just grabbed the table and dragged it over to the fireplace and sat me down there. Oh my goodness I was in love.

What items would your romantic dinner for two contain?

Oh…it depends. I like variety. So I was always trying to cook something for Goldfinch that I had not made before. I am not a brilliant cook, but I am alright. He was always very nice about my cooking. I made all sorts. The last meal I made for Goldfinch was roast lamb, with pomme puree, buttered leaks, garlickly longstem broccoli. and honey roasted carrots. Oh no, sorry my mistake, that was not the last meal. I made breakfast the following morning which was shakshuka.

I remember every meal I cooked for him, every cake I baked for him. I loved baking cakes for him. I could not help myself! I was always looking for new recipes that I hoped he would like. One evening in spring last year, he texted me to say he he had been in London for work and asked if he could come over and make love to me. By the time he arrived I had baked a cake! I just loved feeding him! I think he has lost weight since he has been back in Australia.

Does your lover make your heart pound and your pulses race or is it a more comfortable together, I’m so glad he is with me kind of thing? Do they make your heart melt?

I think Goldfinch certainly did make my heart pound and melt. I was very comfortable with him and glad he was with me, but I always knew that he was leaving. I knew from the night I met him that he was going to return to Adelaide. He thought that would be spring 2018, but the project he was working on fell behind schedule. By the time late summer 2018 came, I was deeply in love with him, and then my heart began to ache because I knew how much I was going to struggle when he left. That’s when my leaky eye syndrome started!

This past week has just reinforced to me how much I love Goldfinch. I went on two dates with another man, and although that other man is a nice person, I did not enjoy it. I was not comfortable. I felt sick. I am not ready to start a relationship with someone else.

Having that awareness in my mind that I am not ready to open my heart to anyone else yet – well, I don’t know quite what to do with that yet. But for a start, I am going to let myself grieve more, because, although none of my friends or family want me to be excessively sad, I am not done with crying yet. I am going to take my time and let myself bleed.

I must admit – I find it hard to imagine falling in love like that again any time in the near future.

It Goes Boom Boody-boom Boody-boom Boody-boom… Boody-boom Boody-boom Boody-boom-boom-boom!!!

I have chosen this post to link to the theme “doctor/health/medicine”…chosen for this weeks SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY, which is today hosted by Jim aka newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me.

The song below immediately springs to mind when I think of a song with DOCTOR in it!


I was talking to Goldfinch last night…there is an issue with one of his flights (three flights for him on the route to Adelaide). To help resolve the issue, a viable solution seems for me to to be with Goldfinch on the first leg of his journey which is London to Zurich.

It’s all a bit up in the air at the moment – excuse the pun. But there is a possibility my grand goodbye to Goldfinch will be in Zurich, Switzerland! Doh! Better cancel the dancers and the string orchestra at Heathrow! I cannot get them to Zurich!

Which reminds me…do you think a pocket watch with an enscription (maybe a photo too) is a bit cliché? I even thought I could ask him, if when he is back in Adelaide, can he keep it set to GMT, so he knows what time it is in London, England. I passed a jewellers today with some stunning pocket watches and it made me start wondering if I should take a look at how many pennies I have in my piggy bank? But I do not want to give him something tacky. Is a pocket watch with an inscription tacky? Will he want to carry a pocket watch round? Maybe it would lie dusty and forgotten in some drawer full of old trinkets and bits and bobs?

Aaaaah! I am looking forward to getting home tonight. My chest is still achey after Sunday night. I wonder whether to ask the doctors if it could be just plain old heart-break heart-ache?

I am sure when you saw Laura Bailey’s picture prompt, you thought of the same line as me “MY HEART IS IN YOUR HANDS”.  I am full of conviction in stating whose hands my heart is in!

Now…during the past couple of days, quite a few fellow bloggers mentioned they like a bit of NCIS (especially Leroy Jethro Gibbs!) and so I have opted for a rather marvellous NCIS version of one of my very favourite songs about the condition of the human heart when love-struck! I have had some friends who have done brilliant performances of this on stage – so so so much fun! It has to be one of the best songs for amateur comedy musical numbers at parties. Oh I wish I could show you some videos. Then again…I am sure you could find plenty yourself on Youtube.

Breaktime is over – back to work!

…Boom Boody-boom Boody-boom Boody-boom…

Boody-boom Boody-boom Boody-boom-boom-boom!!!

And for those who don’t know  of NCIS:






He…To Me…Is Superior To All Other Men

It is rare that I have the time to sit and unravel my thoughts fully.  There is always something to do in London.  Rush, rush.  But I still want to explain more about the situation with my ex-flatmate.

One person who read my posts which refer to him said he sounded like a total…well, I won’t repeat the expression he used.  But that made me feel terrible.  I have recorded what happened in isolated incidents in some of these posts.

But I don’t really want you to think that of him.  You see, I don’t think that of him.  I cannot talk about him with my family or close friends.  They seem to despise him.  I do not.  I am just bewildered by him.

There is more to come…it just takes a lot of emotional effort to sit down and write about him.  So I am having fun with other posts so I don’t become weighed down with thoughts of him.  But he is interwoven with the theme of this site – he crushed Caramel, he knocked all her ideas about the word love out of the ball park – she is trying to learn what real love is again.

love sickFor the past few years my family and friends (friends who have been loyal to me and were never fond of him anyway), have been telling me what they think of him…what they think I should think of him.  It is other people that labelled him a bully and forced me to take a sober look at what he was doing.  I can see what he has done was wrong.  I can see I was bullied – taunted by hundreds, cruel jokes and rumours spread by thousands, perhaps more.  Yes, I admit, he caused me trouble on a scale I have never had to deal with before.

However… nobody has been able to overturn my thoughts regarding him.  I have just had to keep them quiet, as I know everyone who cares for me would despise my feelings for him.  I can’t talk about him to anyone who loves me.  They just think badly of him, they won’t allow me to promote cordiality with him.

I need to allow my mind time and space to work things out more.  There are more posts to come which will paint a clearer picture of my ex-flatmate so nobody has any misconceptions of what it is that I think of him.  You see, what he has said and done to hurt me has not dampened what grew in me after the conversation we had together in our kitchen (explained in Would You Like A Cup Of Tea?).

But, before I find the words and emotional energy to convey what went wrong, let me make it clear that HE…TO ME…IS SUPERIOR TO ALL OTHER MEN I have ever known – except my Dadda, but that is different.

butter in toastThere we go, I am going to spread it out like butter on hot toast, right to every crust edge and into the corners and let it soak in: I LOVE HIM!

I love him more than any man I have come across in my existence.  I love him more than I loved my childhood sweetheart.  I love him more than I love Goldfinch.  I have endured so much and sacrificed so much for him that I will never be able to forget him.  HE IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!

Yes, he behaved poorly with me, he was rude and unkind, he spread gossip and cruel lies about me.  I can now see he was bullying me.  I still don’t understand why he did that. Everyone who was close to us, came to the conclusion that he thought I had rejected him and was jealous of my friendships with other men I knew.  But he has never admitted that, and I don’t see why he would confess to that now.

I spent a lot of time with single men.  I went out a lot with men.  Played basket ball, went running, went out for drinks, and meals and even to concerts and shows.  Truth be told, I did not have any romantic connection with any man after the day I met him, because he somehow had my heart almost from the moment he sat opposite at breakfast.  The way he looked at me – it disturbed me deep down and I never saw that in any other man’s eyes.

love echoSince then, I have had a problem.  My heart has pretty much been beating for him ever since.  He is both the best thing and the very worst thing that ever happened to me.  The one I’ll never forget.

I was surrounded with single men who paid me lots of lovely attention, but I compared every man to him…and I still do.  After meeting him, the next man who touched me was the stranger who sat next to me on the bench in the park that night.  Strangely, that was something I have had more success at dealing with mentally and emotionally.  It was awful, but it doesn’t haunt me.  The lid is firmly on the box and it stays high up on a top shelf where I don’t choose to retrieve it.

Since then…well, you don’t need to know about my love-life…but now I am in love with Goldfinch.  I dearly love Goldfinch.  But I know that one of the reasons why it is going so well with Goldfinch, isplane that my heart knows he is leaving.  He is going home. Goldfinch is going to fly away home.  Yes, I will miss him profoundly, but I will forget Goldfinch, eventually.  I won’t ever forget my ex-flatmate.  Goldfinch is not trying to make me love him more than any other man.  Which is a good thing, because he would fail.

My ex-flatmate – I love him more than any other man despite everything.  I defy any other man to even dare to supplant him in my heart.  I have never given up my own self and all I value to this extent for anyone else.  I have never sacrificed so much of what I hold dear, I have never endured so much, carried so much pain around inside for anyone.

I am not saying he has not been an idiot.  My biggest disappointment is that from the moment I was found in the park and sent to hospital – he has not found a kind word to send to me.  Over three years!  A card, a text, an e-mail, he does not have to speak to me face-to-face, but something, a little something to show he regrets his hostility towards me and the rumours he spread which have caused so much damage.

sorryHow complicated can it be?…he just needs to convey something that appears like sorrow for what happened between he and I.  I would have been content with a little scrap note or a text message, saying “SORRY”. I  am not expecting an elaborate explanation and in no way do I hold him responsible for what happened to me in the park.  I think all possibilities of a romance have long ago been blown to smithereens.  It is completely beside the point that he is the only man I have ever thought I could be married to.

His silence is disturbing – it does tell me deep down there is something wrong with him. But some of my friends said that after I went missing he stopped eating and he looked lost.  He has recovered.  Some of our friends have told me, he knows that when he does next see me he needs to have something remarkable to say, but he is still baffled about what that something will be.  I can just about grasp that if his feelings for me swung, from regarding me highly, to becoming intensely jealous…what would he say to me once he learnt I had been found battered and bloody…and then fled from London because I could not face any more cruelty from the people I saw each day?

I put that out of my mind.  I love the man I was friends with, the man I lived with, the man I admire and respect and think the world of.  I would give up anything and everything to honour him.

People don’t understand why, I don’t talk about my feelings for him because they would not understand.  It makes the people who love me most angry.  It matters not.  Hearts are complicated.  It is all rather complicated in the case of he and me.  But…here is love, nothing matters to me.  What happened to me does not matter, all that matters is peace with him.  It is so easy to let go of everything that happened.  Yet, while I have no evidence to indicate that he is not just as hostile in his thinking towards me as he was back then, well, everything is fresh in my mind and heart.  Everyday, he taunts me in my mind.  I long for peace with him so I can have peace of mind.

Jealousy concept.

I don’t think he is capable of loving me the way I love him.  It is not even a case of unrequited love.  My friends tell me he thought I had rejected him, that he was jealous, which is why he became hostile and spread rumours about me.  I find it hard to believe he could be jealous.  Partly, because I am not special, I am not worth all that trouble and nonsense.  Also, he could have had his pick of women – why me?

He does not seem to have any idea of how much I love him, so it is not a matter of unrequited love.  If he has no idea that he to me is the only man on the planet who I could love with loyalty until my last breath.  He is my True North.  He is my Home.

A few months after I was the victim of the crime I have referred to, I heard of something my ex-flatmate had done that made my heart swell with pride for him.  For those few months my heart had been pretty numb to him.  But now pride and love were throbbing through it.  I wanted to tell him or show him.  But I did not know how to.  So I did something that was not particularly balanced.  But my emotions were understandably unsettled after what happened to me.  To go from numbness to money in envelopesurges of love and adoration was bound to produce a drastic effect.  I took half of my savings out of my bank account and stuffed it into an envelope.  I wrote a card and disguised my hand-writing, the message was not too emotional – it said something like “Well done – proud of you!” and I signed it G.L.H.  Which are not my initials – they those letters do stand for something but I did not think he would remember.  In fact, I was counting on it.  If he knew the money was from me, I don’t think he would have been able to accept it.  It was a stupid thing to do really.  He does not need my money, but I would give the other half of my savings gladly, and everything I owned to feel at peace with him.

himI know his faults, goodness, I lived with him and he was hard work!  I know he is a noisy, messy pup.  I know he seems to believe in the magic bin fairy.  But life has never been the same since I moved out of that flat.  To clean up after a man who is rude to you and to still love him…aaaah – I would give anything to be able to wash his dishes again!

When I say love – I don’t just mean sentiments, emotions, hormones.  I have made huge sacrifices for him.  I could have made a lot of trouble for him.  Instead, I pleaded with his superiors not to reproach him.  I claimed he was under great pressure and did not know how to handle a situation that had grown beyond his ability to control.  I looked his directors in the eye and begged them, tearfully explaining if anything hurt him it would be agony for me.

All I want in the whole world is peace with him.

They saw I loved him.  They said he is not worth it, they said I was sacrificing too much for a man who only cares about himself.  He is worth everything to me, every tear, every heart-ache.

I know I will never love like that again…not Goldfinch, or any other man.  Because when it comes to genuine self-sacrificing love…I have given up everything for my ex-flatmate.


The From The Heart Award

If you are an avid follower of posts from The Haunted Wordsmith you may have noticed her creation of two new blogging awards.  This is the post in which she explains the purpose of these two fantastic new ways to support and encourage other bloggers.


I am privileged to receive one of the first nominations for the FROM YOUR HEART Award.

From the Heart

From the Heart Award

  • This award goes to bloggers who primarily focus on personal writing. These posts are often from the writer to the world at large, or from the writer to the writer themselves and they just allow us access to their mind.


I have loved reading other blogger’s posts.  There are a huge variety of sites out there. There are many that promote a special interest…it is remarkable to see the level of expertise and enthusiasm some bloggers have in their chosen field, whether that be:

GMOs  – Genetic Learning

The wonders of the oceans – Marine Learning

Those blessed with culinary genius – Yum – Tum Bhojana

or those bloggers who are incredibly versatile and write beautifully readable posts about many subjects:




My own blogging site is more of a personal little tribute to my amazing family and friends who have shaped the person I am today.  I have included some embarrassing little lessons I learnt while growing up.  I have also been referring to a traumatic incident which has turned my life upside down in recent years.  At times, I have put my heart down on the page (which is sometimes terrifying because you have no idea what the response will be!)


These three posts are probably those I am most nervous about because they still touch very raw nerves inside:

In the past I have enjoyed creative writing, but at the moment, my posts are more about relating pages of my life in a story-like fashion.

Well, normally these awards have a few questions so you can get to know more about the writer.  No questions came with the nomination.  So I guess anyone who is curious about who is behind the Crushed Caramel (Learner at love) posts will have to take a glance at the posts already on the site.   May I take the liberty of recommending:


When it comes to writing from the heart, I am sure this does not just mean the emotional, sentimental, weepy – run for the box of tissues – kind of writing.  I would like to think that writing from the heart is more about revealing who you are on the inside for all to see.  I found a quote about what the figurative heart really means:

“…the central part in general, the inside, and so for the interior man as manifesting himself in all his various activities, in his desires, affections, emotions, passions, purposes, his thoughts, perceptions, imaginations, his wisdom, knowledge, skill, his beliefs and his reasonings, his memory and his consciousness.”

Thinking of who I would like to nominate, I am recalling posts I have read from other bloggers which really touched my heart when I read them,

I am nominating these three bloggers for the illustrious FROM THE HEART AWARD because they have revealed their heart in a way that would definitely touch their reader’s heart.

Cloud and Sunshine

The Storyteller’s Coven

Atara’s Ideas

So although, this award does not yet include any questions, I would love you to create a post where as well as nominating your own choice of bloggers who write FROM THE HEART, could you also tell us which is your own favourite post from your own site, or the post that tells us the most about who you are on the inside.

Thank you for your very beautiful heartfelt writing.

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