This morning while I read,
the sun is shining brightly on my face and arms
outside the wind is whipping wildly
a small branch, a favourite perch for the cardinal is periodically scraping
a screeching noise across the window
in the kitchen I can see shadows and light dancing on counters and
walls
this morning while I read,
I am thinking about the delicacy of life
the strength of love
and wondering why or how I suppose,
we have become so very blasé about
unkindness
we are all too eager to blast out our political views
and constant streams of conspiracy
perceived mess ups, foul ups and missteps
we can argue our rights, our demands, our ‘freedoms’
our religions, our beliefs, our wealth of
knowledge
yet not as an offering, open to understanding
more rather as the first slap
of a dueling glove
I don’t know what it is we gain by being
unkind
why we feel compelled always to loudly
defend
I guess, we like noise
we like to be heard,
we don’t however, so much like to
listen
to look… to see
to my mind unkindness is just that,
it is
un-kind
it is not… kindness
this is not a condemnation,
a finger to point
we are human, I get that, we are flawed (and we do NOT like our flaws)
I most certainly am
too
every day we can see both shadows and light
dancing,
every day
I guess it really just depends on where it is we choose
to
look
‘We see the world, not as it is, but as we are… ‘
this morning while I am writing,
and I am thinking,
kindness, seems so simple really
but I guess
it’s
not
a cloud crosses, momentarily shielding the sun…
the cat stretches his paw across my keyboard
touches my hand, stops my fingers
and
quite unexpectedly, a message
pops up on my screen
quite
unexpected…
and then
the sun shines bright enough on me
to make my eyes water
I breathe,
settle in to stillness
and once again,
I begin
with
gratitude ♥