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“The Power of Kindness”

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I had one of those days when it seemed like it lasted a lifetime. I kept looking at the clock thinking it had to be later then what it was. Don’t you love when that happens?

It was like I was in touch with everything that was happening. I realized that my practice of mindfulness is beginning to be a part of me without having to make a conscious effort. There was a combination of different things from a breakthrough in my story, to an interesting analogy on life I read. A beautiful Jacquie Lawson animated e-cards from a friend to welcoming in this first day of spring, and I watched as the dead of winter began to awaken, and slowly bloomed into a colorful spring. And as much as I’m anxious for warm weather to get here, I also enjoyed watching the beauty of winters last hurrah as the snow fell gentle outside my window. Then I turned the news on, you know, just checking in on what’s happening in the world. Another school shooting. One a little too close for comfort not far from the one my granddaughter goes to. I had a choose, I could get caught up in the ugliness of humanity or turn it off and try to get back to the good place my day started off with. I turned it off and checked in with some of my friends of Facebook. There it was all I needed to see to get me on the right track again. A quote that a friend posted on Facebook, “To all the people who are loving and kind to me. Thank you for the Sunshine you bring into my life.” Reminding us how powerful and life changing a simple thing like kindness can be. Then my mantra of the day came into play, “My struggle has end, I’m in harmony with my soul.”

 

 

“A Stones Throw Away”

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When a small pebble is dropped into a pond it spreads out creating many ripples. Our actions have the same kind of effect. We can feel the vibes from those who drop a bit of kindness our way, and that kindness spreads form one person to the next much the same as the ripple effect. But there can also be the opposite effect which spreads havoc from one person to the other. Being mindful of the stones we throw is one of the most important conscious efforts we should make. We are after all only a stones throw away from making a difference in the world, and it all depends on what kind of stone we choose to throw.  

“My Spicy Friend”

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Today I had a visit from a friend. 
As I opened the door came a gentle wind,
And the smell of spices followed her in.

I was reminded of the years that have passed us by.
The things she taught me that I could never deny.
How could I forget the herbs and spices of life. 
How to grow them and use them for their treasured delight. 

These are the things that she taught me to do.
To simple wear earrings if nothing else. 
And how to make strawberry jam to put on the shelf. 
How to share the good times as well as the bad.
To be who you are even when you’re feeling sad.

Our friendship has weathered the many years gone by.
As we tasted the herbs and spices of life.  
And who could forget the shared glasses of wine
For these are the things that get better with time, 
and I’m grateful to call you a friend of mine.

“Being a Blessing to Others”

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I learned a simple beautiful prayer today by Jean Houston that goes like this:
“God let me be a blessing to someone today.”
As I went about this beautiful day, I thought about all the different ways we can do this. It can be as big or as little as the opportunity presents itself to us. I don’t think we have to go out of our way to find things to do. We simply need to be mindful of the opportunities. There’s many ways to be a blessing. Like one friend shared early this morning a beautiful picture of a flower on Facebook with two simple words to contemplate on, “peace and quiet.” It was a seine start to my morning. Someone else got a call very early to help jump a friends car. Without hesitation, fussing or irritation he went, and not only blessed the person, but himself as well for the good feeling it gave him. Another event I witnessed was at the grocery store where someone found several five dollar bills left behind. Instead of pocketing it the person turned the money in to the cashier. Within a matter of seconds the person who lost the money came back to retrieve it. She couldn’t say thank you enough to the person who found it.
As I write this with the inspiration God places in my heart. I realize how others have blessed me today. In return my prayer is answered as it gives me the opportunity to reach out and bless others with my words. It is beautiful when you think about it.  God touches one, then that one touches another, and in our blessings we become extensions of God without even realizing the effect it creates.

“Kindness Increases & Expands”

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It is true! Being kind to others increases kindness. It expands, growing bigger with each person it touches. Encouragement helps others see their own potential, and helps them believe in themselves. Recognizing a person’s talents, qualities, and passions makes them feel recognized for who they are. Best of all like a boomerang, all the good we give each other comes right back to us.Just think how much the goodness could expand if we were each kind to one another all in one day. I bet all the ugliness in the world would be outnumbered.

 Let it begin with me. 

“Peas to Mash Potatoes”

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When I was about 9 yrs old we were sitting around the table at dinner time. For some reason I remember I was sitting in my Mom’s seat which was across from Dad. Mom was in one of her moods so she was in her room. My Dad had a few beers which actually turned him into a clown. As the rest of us were eating around the table I started getting hit with one pea at a time. It was something my brother would do, but it wasn’t him. After a few more times I figured it was Dad.
“Stop ,” I said, laughing, but he kept it. 

“Come on,” he said, “throw them back at me.”

I looked around for fear of what my mom would do if she caught me. Besides I didn’t want to throw them at him, he was my Dad. But he kept it up, pushing and pushing until I finally flipped the mash potatoes I had on my fork at him hitting him in the face. He roared in laughter, and said, “I knew you had it in you.”

It seemed that life was that way as I grew up. I just wanted to be nice to people, but there was always someone out there pushing my books out of my hands, talking behind my back, or demanding me to do this or that for them. I was always shocked by these people who were suppose to be my friends. I had a hard time believing that they could be so mean to me. Maybe I was making it worse than it seemed, always giving others the benefit of the doubt until they pushed me too far. They were always as shocked and surprised as my Dad was when the mash potatoes went flying in their face, and they still are to this day.

I asked dad years later, why’d you do that to me. He said because I knew you were too nice for your own good, and if you didn’t learn to stand up for yourself the world would eat you alive. I haven’t been swallowed yet, but it is difficult to keep climbing out of the mouth of those who try. 

Eat your peas, please don’t throw them. 

“My Billboard Hubby”

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I told the nurse in recovery what a wonderful caring husband I have. She said that’s so sweet they should put him up on a billboard as an example that good husbands actually do exist. I thought what a bittersweet statement that was.Sweet for me, but sad for the people out there who don’t know what it’s like to be truly loved. 

I had to sleep in my recliner all night to keep my head upright. So my hubby slept in his right beside me so he could keep a watchful eye on me. We didn’t get much sleep, him a little more then I, but just having him there was comforting. I’m still pretty out of it dozing off and on, but every time I fall asleep I jerk myself awake. So I look over at Tom sleeping, and can’t resist writing about how blessed I’m feeling in spite of my discomfort.😷 He truly is the best in my eyes, and when I remember each morning what I am grateful for, Tom is always at the top of my list. 

“Be The Better Person” 

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I think it’s hard enough at times to figure out what I’m doing in my own life, let alone trying to figure out why someone else does what they do. Who am I to say what’s right for someone else. What others do may touch me in some way, but the only problem I should be thinking about is how I’m willing to let it affect me. I love people.I believe in everyone even those that most people give up on. However having said that I admit I’ve done my share of judging too. As much as some people get on my nerves I’m sure there’s a few things that I do to get on theirs. The deeper my faith takes me, the more burdened my heart is when I’m unkind in my words and actions toward others. I don’t like how it makes me feel about myself. Holding onto grudges, seeing the worst in others, and interfering, how is that in anyway productive or life giving? So as for me myself, I want to be the best I can be, and in the end I’m the only one I can do anything about anyway, and that’s a big enough job in itself.