My new favourite pastime is noticing the ways of kindness, what it is, how it becomes, the way people find or make their own versions of it, the sheer, sweet miracle of how the pandemic has inspired so much goodness and despite how tired everyone is there seems to be no wearying of being kind in extraordinary ways. It doesn’t feel like we are giving up on that. On the contrary, we seem to be getting better at it.
Not only in the giving and receiving, but in the recognizing.
Because it doesn’t always come as a box of cookies or slab of cheese. (Though either are entirely acceptable.)
For me, the awareness often comes as a surprise, a sudden sense of delight when I’m really not expecting delight and maybe lasting only a few moments but long enough to breathe differently, walk differently, to be in awe of how important we are to each other. Which of course is the true gift.
Possibly the very best of it is in fact wrapped up in something so ordinary that the one giving has no idea they’re giving kindness because it’s only a conversation, a compliment, a smile, a few minutes of listening, a pretzel made with sewing machine and catnip, a couple bags of potato chips (Covered Bridge brand from New Brunswick), a wayward puppet, a mouse saved, a jar of soup delivered, the title of a song that when played changes a morning, a page of typewritten text taken from a book that might make a day, a painting of peace and kayaks, a note left on a porch, a painted stone, a spontaneous book club for two, or (only) a cup of tea…
6 thoughts on “kindness unwrapped”
Yes. O. Yes! Thank you kin/d/red sister. xo
Thank YOU, kindred sister and teacher/inspire-er of all that is joy. xo
I love this.
Thank you, Theresa.
I have so much to say in response to this… Mostly summed up with a hearty yes! And oh, that darling, dreamy look!
She’s adorable when she’s stoned.