Nursing home Monday gifted me and my harp with three lovely listeners. I stopped in the room of the quiet and gentle woman I have played for twice before. She was sleeping but I set up anyway as I know she loves the harp. Her room mate was also with the hospice I volunteer for and I asked if she wouldn't mind and maybe she would like it as well. She told me yes, please play but she was going to be weighed soon. The weighing took about 3 minutes. My sleeping beauty slumbered as I played and my other recipient told me over and over how much she loved it and that I was just fabulous. I happened upon another woman, dozing in front of her TV. She told me,"Why sure, I would like harp! C'mon in!" Her TV and her room mate's TV were on (the room mate wasn't ... Read Full Story >>
Despite an early start, nothing has been going to plan from my to do list today and I was getting really frustrated. So what could I do to give myself a boost? Doing something nice for someone else normally helps.
So I wrote a message to someone who writes a blog about how we can lower our environmental impact, saying how admire that she keeps at it. I just got a message back, so my thoughts were appreciated. Now I feel a bit brighter, it's back to that to do list!
As I explore my home town I came across a sign on a front lawn of someone’s home that is written in three languages. Each time I walk by this sign of acceptance my heart warms, my mood lightens and I grin from ear to ear. The sign reads “No matter where you are from, we’re glad you’re our neighbor.”
Another day as I walked along this same street I realized that there is several churches of different denominations within a block of this sign.
To me this too is a sign of acceptance. How wonderful to have such open signs of acceptance in one’s neighborhood. I do not walk the same way each day but when I take this a particular route I find myself looking with anticipation to catch sight of this sign. Each time I pause and give a silent thank-you to the home owner for displaying this sign of acceptance of all their neighbors.
Hiking in the mountains I met a young lady who wanted to pet my dog. While she coddled over him I said, "Do you have a dog of your own?" "He just died." she said. She explained that as a child she got a puppy. They grew up together, went everywhere together and were best of buddies. She even took him to college though he was very old and couldn't get around well. And as he got worse she stayed by him day and night thinking they would always be together. But one day, while petting him, he growled and bit her hand. She was startled. He never did that. How could he turn on her? Friends convinced her to put him to sleep. Reluctantly she did, but confessed that she hated herself ever since. "How could I kill my lifetime friend?" she sobbed. "Suppose," I said, "Your dog was a genius! ... Read Full Story >>
As we begin the week in which we will celebrate International World Peace Day, let us all strive to share the peace within us in every way we can. In times like these, it can seem an impossible task, but it really can be as simple as exchanging a smile, a kind look of understanding, an acceptance acknowledged. Peace is there for all of us to share.
My Morning Spent with Soup, Soap and Salvation
This morning I arrived early at our local Salvation Army church, gloved and with my trash grabber in hand. Cleaning the grounds, pruning the wayward thorns off the roses, discarding the shredded balloons from last night's youth gathering.
Lunch for 57 homeless persons happened on schedule. I sat with a family of four, young man, two older men and a young lady. Not much conversation but lots of smiles and friendly gestures about passing the salt, giving out napkins, and making each other smile shyly at first then wider as the meal progressed.
Soap was abundantly shared, and the showers ran fully . Lines snaked about the interior to the building, towels hung to dry on racks in the entry way.
Music played from the brass band, with a fiddle added in. Lots of backpacks filled with surplus donations and off the guests went into the greater downtown area.
Love this the VW bug of the pastor. Good works, good deeds, good times today. Praises be.
We never truly know the daily struggles of others, do we?
When I handed an origami peace dove to the gal who checked us in at the airport on our return trip from Canada, and thanked her for her help, she told me that it had made her day and that I had no idea what it meant for her. I felt deeply the emotion behind her words and was heartened by the way her face lit up with a beautiful smile.
Had one of my favorite days yesterday. I took my neighbor shopping for school supplies for her son. This started when he was in first grade and they didn't have any money. Well, he is a teenager now, but I still like doing this. His Mom and I made it a girls outing. A teenage boy doesn't want to be seen with us.
Anyway, I always buy a backpack and supplies for another child, in addition to the neighbor. Today I took the supplies to the school and donated them. They are always so grateful. One of the best days of the year.
Shopped at a local op shop today and got chatting to the volunteer behind the counter about the top I was wearing that featured butterflies, volunteer has similar top and we both love butterfly related articles.
Went to the shopping center and bought a new diary for work and there were 2 year planners with lovely design of butterflies on the cover. I bought 2 of them. Dropped back to op shop and left one for the volunteer with a random act of kindness card and thanked her for been a volunteer.
Found this story below online wanted to share. Talking To Strangers. "We made a quick stop at the grocery store to pick up cupcakes for Norah's birthday. She was sitting in one of those carts that look like a car or truck or whatever when an older gentleman walked by. We'd passed several other elderly customers but she seemed magnetically drawn to this man. Her face lit up like the sun, she waved excitedly, and said "Hi old person! It's my birfday today!" He was furrow browed but his expression softened when he realized she was speaking to him. "Well hello little lady! And how old are you today?" he asked. They chatted for a few seconds and it was super adorable. We said 'goodbye' and carried on shopping. A few minutes later she turned and asked "Can I take a picture with the old man for my birfday?" Uh, it was the cutest damn thing ever. I knew he ... Read Full Story >>
I am so thankful for my friends. I had a scary moment yesterday and they all rallied around me and sprang into action to clear it up. They helped me feel less self conscious about my emotional state and took care of me the rest of the way home.
Today, I went to go shopping after work at Old Navy, as I had a coupon for $10 off any purchase of $25 or more and the coupon would be valid for only a few more days.
I found a couple of items to buy and the total would have been over $25 so I would be able to use the coupon I had. I then made the decision to off the coupon to a stranger to use. As I went to the cashier to pay for my items, I offered the coupon to a nearby lady who was paying for her items.
It felt good to do this good deed. I am glad she accepted my offer, as sometimes people are wary of strangers.
YOU'VE BEEN MUGGED
I saw a cute idea on Pinterest today and decided to adapt it for more general gift giving. I filled some cute smiley mugs with treats and added a note which said "You've Been Mugged" on the front and this message on the inside: "you are so special and do so much for everyone. Please enjoy this hug in a mug!" Then I quietly left them for the staff at the Assisted Care Home I visit. Here is a link to the original idea.
The most cherished gift I received was a water painting by brother gave me of our childhood home. When I opened the framed painting, it touched me to my core. We spent many days building dwellings in the nearby woods, weaving ferns between branches for our little huts. The home has since been down razed, but the memories are vivid and three dimensional. That painting brought it all "home."
I was at our local supermarket today to pick up some shopping. We noticed Jackie operating one of the tills. She is a long time friend with a daughter who is 18 months younger than mine which makes Kelly 16. Kelly has several disabilities including autism. Jackie asked about Ruth and university.
I told her and then I could see tears in her eyes. She went on to say how hard she finds this time of year because her niece and nephew are going to university and of course Kelly is unlikely to do this. I listened and allowed her to share all her pain.
I was reminded how little time it really takes to listen to someone. She was able to pour her heart out in the time it took to put our shopping through the till. I have encouraged her to join Kindspring.org because she is a really caring person.
Well had to deal with a very difficult person in Residential care. Was so not looking for ward to it. But I thought,"no, just be kind and caring", grit your teeth and don't react"
When I got there, she was depressed, hair wet and so sad. I asked her if she would like me to blow dry her hair in a nice style. She reluctantly agreed. When finished, after also adding a little lippy, she looked gorgeous. We got the mirror and what a difference it made. All you ladies out there so know that when your hair looks good, a little make up and bam! You feel great!
Took her down to the public tea room and she sat , had a cup of tea and joined in the conversation. It takes such a little effort to change someone's sad day into a good day.
I helped a new co worker clock in today as she was new on the job. We started talking and I found out she was taking an Uber taxi to work since she moved here from the Philippines. After finding this out, I offered to take her home and she was very grateful. She called me her 'angel', But really I was glad to help. And after all, I made a new friend.
I was enjoying listening to wonderful music at a jam session and one of the people who wanted to go up and jam was not being included. I heard him say, "They always leave the Indians for last" He seemed very angry. So I went up to the man who was organizing the jam and told him that this man thought he was being left out because he was an Indian (Native American).
The organizer apologized for the oversight. The Native American guy went up and played his drums. When he came back to his seat he had a big smile on his face and said," That was so fun!"
I felt good being
able to see a place where a little bit of kindness and inclusion was needed!
I am a member of a Facebook page helping the homeless and needy in our state. Today I dropped off some surplus kitchen items to someone starting out and trying to get together things for their new home. After a brief discussion with them, am dropping back on Friday with some other odds and ends they can make use of.