I decided yesterday afternoon that I needed an attitude adjustment and after a meditation sitting and practicing Metta I began to have vivid memories of my older sister. My sister passed after being diagnosed with terminal cancer in her thirties. A decade before she became terminally ill from the unusual tumors, I remembered coming home to my meager cabin in Alaska with my infant son. I had been fired for bad typing. We were so poor that I had to wear socks on my hands to prevent frostbite. As I opened the door to our cabin I noticed a warm glow. Inside there was a fully decorated Christmas tree with gifts for both my baby and me. I later found that sis had gifted us toys AND ski gloves! As a vision of her compassion filled my mind yesterday, "Amazing Grace" began to spontaneously play on a music station! I began to both ... Read Full Story >>
Not too long ago,we were at Olive Garden and I was taking my three year old little sister to the bathroom and we passed a waitress and to be honest, it didn't look like she was having a good day.
Well my baby sister says to her "You looks beautiful!!" I loved watching her face light up with happiness. Later, We were waiting for our ticket and our waiter comes to over table and says to Mom, "One of the waitresses said that one of your little girls told her that she looked beautiful and I just wanted to let you know that it made her day." It costs $0.00 to be kind.
Spanish blessing Peace doves and positive post-its ready to share during our Mexician journey 🇲🇽. So very grateful for this opportunity to perhaps make a small positive difference in the small village where Cathie (another sister of my heart) lives during the winter months. Her impact of teaching English there, building a playground and a kindergarten room, plus many other initiatives are such beautiful inspirations!!! After her son and husband were killed in a tragic plane accident on their SD ranch, Cathie channeled her pain and sorrow into reaching out and truly making a difference. I admire her greatly, for even with that deep ache and sadness, she chooses to move forward every day, and in the process has learned to laugh again. Adios, mi amigos! Will be out of internet range for awhile, so behave! Comment and smile up posts as you are able, in addition to posting for yourselves. We all like ... Read Full Story >>
It's right in the middle of a very hot summer where I live and the other day when going through our cupboard Idiscovered we have not one, but TWO slip and slides.
Not sure if you are familiar with these but they are incredibly awesome!!!
They are slippery long mats you lay in your yard, ttach a hose and slide down.
Having two I decided to gift one to the local community centre.
Which reminds me of a scripture which says
" God will give you more than you need, so that you will always have all you need for yourselves and more than enough for every good cause"
God wants to bless us so abundantly until it overflows so we can be a blessing to others 💗
We were without a dryer recently for several weeks so we found ourselves at one of the local laundromats once a week.
We noticed on our first visit that there were quite a few parents with young children also doing laundry and often lots of folks just seeking shelter from our cold winter weather
. So we started bringing some snacks to leave on the folding counters.
Yesterday was my day off. I had a patient who couldn't make it to my office during the week, and my office is used during my days off by someone else.
So I treated her at my house, which I had stopped doing years ago.This gave me a reason to clean up my former treatment room, which had ecome a receptacle for whatever could get flung in there.
I gave her an origami pig after and she told me she still had the dove I gave her two years ago. And I know she moved twice since then.
Amazing how those doves get around and stick around.
My father works as a trainer and writes courses to benefit the native people of Australia as well as to help both Aboriginal people and White people work together without any strife. Last night, my dad came up with a new idea to solve some of the problems occurring in our town. There are a lot of African refugees coming in and the local Aboriginal kids have been getting into some serious fights with the African kids. My Dad organised a group of African people to visit an Aboriginal community, so as to reconcile some differences. Now get this... When my dad showed up at the community with the African people, he was shocked by how well everything went. In fact, a few old Aboriginal women approached some of the African women and took their hands. They were talking as though they had known each other for a lifetime and then without ... Read Full Story >>
Today I was reminded again how kindness spreads her soft, lingering perfume across the globe. My husband and I are in Marseilles this week as part of our journey to Provence for my birthday. In this vibrant city which is a melting pot of hues, smells and sounds, I had a short and sweet encounter with one of the residents. At a marketplace in town, I saw an unfamiliar peach variety that is not available in my country. I decided to buy only one peach to find out what it tastes like. A Muslim woman, Feiza, who was also in the shop, then came forward and insisted on gifting me four of those strange, flat peaches! Feiza's unexpected kindness was a magical moment in our day. While police walk around in crowded tourist spots to protect people against possible harm, a local women shared her genuine kindness, almost on the spur of the ... Read Full Story >>
At the grocery store yesterday, the mom in front of me realized she had forgotten her wallet out in the car. She had just a few items, and I offered to pay, but she was already holding her baby and walking out the door.
While the cashier was ringing me up, I regretted not being more assertive w/my offer--then suddenly realized I could still simply just do it. The cashier rang up her things with mine, and by the time she got back, they were waiting for her in a cart.
She teared up, I got the best mama/baby hug. But here's the best part: the young cashier who had taken this all in said to me quietly, "I will pay that forward today."
I hadn't really focused on who was around me, and what ripple effects a very small act might have, reminding me of a wonderful quote from Lawrence Kushner, I believe; "You're never going where you're going for the reasons you think you are."
Yesterday, I was standing near the railway station in the evening. I saw a poor child who was selling some key chains. He had five key chains and was asking me to buy one. I asked myself, "is he selling this to build a house?" My heart answered "No this is for his hunger tonight." I bought all the key chains...and offered him milk and biscuits. I gave him a smiley key chain back as a gift. and his smile and happiness was awesome. I felt satisfaction in my heart. I believe that life is successful if you win a smile from someone. ... Read Full Story >>
Another act of kindness to me. My payday is almost here, but I had to ask for gas again at the gas station. After work, a nice man gave me $5. It still wouldn't last me until payday.
Later in the evening I went to another station and asked a man for $5 to help me. He said he didn't have cash, but he did have his credit card. The next thing I know he filled up my tank. It was $26.82. I told him I would pay him back after I received my check, but he said no, just pay it forward. I told him, God bless you.
With my budget so tight, I will have to pay it forward in increments. I will ask the Universe to guide me to the people in need.
While stuck in traffic, I noticed the woman in the vehicle next to me was crying. Alone in her vehicle, she wiped her tears, and struggled to catch her breath. I didn't mean to stare, but I could hardly look away. As she pulled ahead of me, I could still see her crying for quite a few minutes.
When it was my turn to drive up beside her, I managed to get her attention by waving a little stuffed pig I happen to carry in my car. I tilted pigs head side to side and gestured with my fingers over my biggest smile for her to do the same. She wiped her tears, nodded, smiled, and gave me a big thumbs up! At that moment, traffic cleared up and we drove off.
It was quite emotional, and even recalling it stirs up some mixed feelings. I'm glad I got to see the silver lining behind the turmoil she was experiencing, even if it was for a few seconds. I'm grateful to have been a part of that.
When people are in need of help, you help, whatever you can do to make their life a little bit easier. Whether it's a bag of groceries, some warm blankets that they borrowed for a cold night, or just a ride to work. I'm in the restaurant business, and I close the place just about every night, it's cool, but I have one situation. "My dishwasher", he's riding his bike to work. He had a car, but it broke down, so now he rides his bike; rain sleet or cold, and his better days are when it's nice. That's not the problem, the problem is that he's sixty plus years old..., and being in the restaurant business, "you need a dishwasher", rain, sleet or cold. He's riding to his first job in the morning, then back home to take a nap, then heads toward me for his second job. Waiting for the ... Read Full Story >>
Growing up, it was my father who taught me compassion through modeling. He was a foreman who works in construction sites. It has always been a routine for me as I grow up seeing other construction workers who worked with him to go to our house every Saturday because that's when he would give their salary for the week. I know my father as someone who is a quiet man, just observing everyone around him. He is someone who is strict when it comes to discipline but I never felt threatened being raised by him. Maybe that is because I have seen his gentleness and compassion to us and to others. Since he is a foreman, I would often see him talking to the construction workers whenever they had problems. He is like a father or a brother to them too. One time, he came home and told me that he would ... Read Full Story >>
I went to my friend's going away party last night and met a lady who was talking about how she's at a point in her life where she doesn't like people too much, how she just wants to move to an island and be away from people. And, I get why she feels that way, sometimes. The same age as me, she talked about how she has this expectation anymore that whoever she interacts with, they're just going to hurt her and she's sick of it and she just wants to isolate herself from people. I know it has as much to do with trusting ourselves to take care of ourselves as it does in learning to trust other people, but I didn't want to tell her what to do. We're all on our own journeys and have our own paths to learn the lessons we're here to learn. But, I wanted ... Read Full Story >>
I live in a rural area so my neighbors are quite spread apart, but despite that we are a pretty close bunch and always eager to help each other out.
Unfortunately, the couple that lives approximately 1/2 mile from us at the end of our private road has been very stand offish and at times disagreeable with all the other neighbors.
However, we learned recently that the husband had major surgery about a week ago and was pretty much immobilized at this time. All the neighbors put any misunderstandings aside immediately and have pitched in to do the farm chores, provide meals, transportation to the Dr., and just whatever needs to be done. I call this Love in Action.
When I was a little girl, my mother, father, brother and I lived in a small two-bedroom rowhouse. My parents often fought, particularly at night when my brother and I had gone to bed. I thought it was something everybody's parents did. I found it interesting, that moment when I first realized that other families lived differently. I can remember knowing that, based on American standards, what we had at the time was small. That never bothered me, not then, and not now. One of my most precious memories happened at nighttime. We piled into the car to go look at the lights in the neighborhood and then came home. At the top of our steps, there was a little table and on top of the table was a small Nativity scene. The barn/stable was in the shape of a triangle, which had glitter pasted on the sides, and it had a tiny, ... Read Full Story >>
This is so easy, inexpensive, and has always brought either of two reactions: a look of shock or a big smile. I am a cane walking senior lady with mobility issues, especially in cold weather but I have a keen eye for useful bargains and since I still drive, I can do this without having to get in and out of the car to help folks. Here is how it 'works'....when I see gloves, warm hats, and scarves on sale (new or in good condition from a thrift store) I buy them for pennies of what they could go for retail. If laundering is needed, I do it to remove tiny stains so everything looks good. I have a large basket with a handle that I keep in the passenger side of my car and I 'file' these things in it where I can easily reach over and get whatever I determine ... Read Full Story >>
It snowed a lot in the past 24 hours. I was awakened at 3 am by the sound of a snow plow blade dragging on the pavement. Ugh! The driver pulled forward to plow and then turned his head each time to back up. After two hours of this, he stopped to check his plow. I thought " his neck has to be killing him!" I put on my late partner’s robe which is size XX huge and my snow boots and waddled to the next lot with a new can of medical-grade muscle relaxer. He started up his truck and I waggled my cane at him. “Your neck’s gonna be killing you when you’re done. This is what the physical therapists use," I said. His huge smile confirmed his discomfort as I handed it to him and he said, “Merry Christmas!” “ Happy New Year, “ I said as I carefully retreated to ... Read Full Story >>
My mom received a large box of mint cookies from her property management company for Christmas. It was a lovely gesture, but neither she nor I eat cookies so we decided to pass along the gift to someone who would really enjoy it. It ended up being a fun exercise of figuring out who to give the cookies to! Airports are decidedly a busy place during the holidays; I figured, why not give them to a busy airport worker? I put them in with my stuff and brought them to the airport. I waited in line at the check-in counter for my flight home. I had plenty of time to assess the line of agents, and I started wondering who would be assigned to me and unknowingly become my gift recipient. When it became my turn, I approached the agent with my bag. He was pleasant but I could tell he was a ... Read Full Story >>