Be Vocal In Times Of Beauty
--by singlestep, posted Jan 2, 2014
Sometimes I think of all the nice things I've thought about other people and never shared, of the unacknowledged gifts I've received from the world, and the vast clutter of unuttered statements of gratitude and appreciation. A gentle stain of regret tinges the thought of all those unspoken words, un-acted-upon intentions, stacked up like unpaid bills somewhere in the recesses of my experience. "Be Vocal In Times Of Beauty" I don't fully recall where I first came across that phrase. But I remembered it recently as I was standing near the register at a café where we were holding an event.
I heard a customer tell the woman at the counter, "I just want to say, it makes such a difference to come in here and find you looking so happy to be doing what you're doing. It makes us want to come in here more often, it really does." It struck me that here was someone being vocal in a time of beauty. There was a power to the moment that galvanized action. We had a bowl of smile stones inside the café that were meant for the guests at the event. I grabbed a blue one with a particularly wide smile. The woman was putting cream in her coffee. I walked up to her, holding out a smile card and the little stone. "I want to give you these," I said. Her face lit up in amazement, " How did you know I needed a smile?" She looked down again at the little blue stone smiling up at her. "Thank You," she said, giving me a hug. I smiled and went back to the café to attend to the rest of the event.
Five minutes later the same woman walked in, there were bright tears in her eyes as she leaned over to hold my hand and whisper to me, "You really have no idea how much that meant. My mother and I are here from Hawaii to be with my uncle. He's in the hospital after a triple bypass surgery. We've been here four days and it's been really hard. And then you came by with this smile at just the right time. God bless you! Aloha." And with another swift hug she was gone, throwing a grateful glance over her shoulder as she left.
It dawned on me a little later that my gesture was not so much one of generosity but one of gratitude. She was in essence thanking me for thanking her :-)
Funny how sometimes what goes around comes around more swiftly than we might imagine. But all I really want to remember from this story is-- to Be Vocal In Times Of Beauty.