My muse was dry. I figured that perhaps after forty blog posts I’d covered everything I wanted to say. Then I glanced at my calendar and noticed that it is Random Acts of Kindness week. I never knew there was an official acknowledgment of the valuable art of practicing random acts of kindness and suddenly my muse was nourished, ready to write a fresh blog.
Upon googling my topic, a plethora of interesting sites and images came to my attention. I checked out several videos on YouTube before choosing this simple clip from Scoop to share with my readers.
I reflected about my own experiences. In September, my good friend Kim sent me a photo challenge and it was so much fun and so gratifying I became somewhat obsessed with the idea of creating monthly challenges for myself. October was a yoga challenge followed by a daily ten- minute meditation challenge in November. But the one that gave the most back was in December, when I chose to challenge myself to send daily loving-kindness messages.
I was only a few days into it when I recognized that while I was sending daily loving-kindness to one person each day, each person I reached out to gave a loving kindness message back to me. By mid-month I’d received so many affirmations, good-wishes and kind-hearted sentiments my cup was literally overflowing. I felt energized and joyful in a way I hadn’t experienced with any of my other challenges. It confirmed what I already knew; that love is the medicine, our healer, our purpose, our path.
I went back to my computer and watched Ted Talks and more YouTube videos, searching for more examples to share. There was plenty of great material worth sharing, but nothing seemed to express the feeling I was hoping to emote. Feeling stuck again, I took a break, hitching Lola to her leash to walk in the fresh air where I hoped to find inspiration. As I walked, a memory I’d long since forgotten came to me and with it, the beginning of a poem.
I haven’t written any poetry for some time now, but this is what seemed to flow with divine grace from my mind to my pen.
I see a homeless man as I’m strolling down the street,
His clothes are dusty, ratty shoes upon his feet.
My gut reaction is to turn away my eyes
But for some reason I smile instead and we are both surprised.
His mouth turns from an “oh” to a tentative smile
And suddenly I’m asking if he’ll watch my dog a while.
His smile becomes a grin as he gives Lola a tender pat
And I tell him it won’t be too long before I am back.
Inside the bookstore I thumb through rows and rows of books,
Every story in my head urging me to go and have a look.
I choose instead to trust my heart
For it gave me the intuition to have faith from the start.
After I pay for the book I desire to buy
I go outside where on his lap Lola lies.
This man I don’t know is grinning from ear to ear
And it almost makes me heart break; I shed a single tear.
I realize all the stories in my head
Conceived from ignorance and fear; instead
I’m seeing past the judgment he must be mentally ill
Or a crack-head or an addict to some crazy little pill.
I see a man like any other who happens to be down on his luck
And I ask him if I can pay him, even though it isn’t much.
He thanks me and then he tells me Lola has made his day
And I think, it is oft the little things that help to ease the way.
So yeah, I’m feeling the impact of shining and sharing my light and love with the world.