Wednesday, October 13, 2021

Small Kindnesses


These are curious days...

filled with emotion and plans and some doing too.

Lists of obligations or desires held in my head.

Everything else, held in my heart.

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The following poem was discovered on FB by a dear friend, who then hunted it down elsewhere, copied it and sent it off to me. Perfect. Thank you so much, my friend. It is so fitting right now (little did she know!), when small kindnesses are Big, when the world is askew with division and hatred, when the Good among us are frustrated, overwhelmed, weary, when the treasured among us are off-balance, or troubled or unwell and so deeply loved...when we are all so deeply loved.

It is wondered: What can we do?

What can we do?

Perhaps Small Kindnesses can help restore some balance, to a small and personal degree.

Perhaps Small Kindnesses can ease those who are disheartened, who feel lost, or helpless or even hopeless.

Perhaps it is something we can do, we can continue to do ~ because many already are acting on Small Kindnesses.

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Small Kindnesses

By Danusha LamΓ©ris

I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk
down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs
to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you”
when someone sneezes, a leftover
from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying.
And sometimes, when you spill lemons
from your grocery bag, someone else will help you
pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other.
We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot,
and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile
at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress
to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder,
and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass.
We have so little of each other, now. So far
from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange.
What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these
fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here,
have my seat,” “Go ahead — you first,” “I like your hat.”

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There are now 14 bags made from the skein of green. There's quite a bit still left. 
All, but the 3 still here, have been planted.
I will make more.
My small kindness.
My way of saying "Here is something for you" - "Here is a surprise if you are struggling" - "Yes, you may keep this"

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The one photographed alone here (above and below) is the first to use some of the yarn gifted by Dee. It's the  multicolored one, with a tiny thread poking out. For some unknown reason, this fiber shreds a bit. I just kept right on weaving with it, thinking for this purpose, I don't believe it will compromise the integrity of the bag. I like the colors in it, this gift from Dee. I am also continuing to finger crochet strands to weave in. For these bags shown it was the loved soft, thin green and also a thin blue and a lovely lavender. The added texture is inviting, is pleasing and spending time crocheting before weaving is a soothing way to slow down the process even more. It is a way to meditate on the gift that these bags are, to focus on the Finders - for it is for them that I weave, as much as it is for me.

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Late last night I spent time reading and listening over at Mo's ~ feeling the love shared there. 
Feeling more than my words today can hold. So much love, light and healing goes out to them both.

After that I spent time over at Jude's Magic Feather Project.
I was astounded anew at the amount of Giving and Love and Time that took place over those years.
'The progression and flow...the many names of ragmates I remember. Again, words cannot capture.


"So far from tribe and fire"

Yes, I feel that too...but remind myself that all we have to do is Look.

All we have to do is Reach Out, for someone is waiting there for us...just as we are there for them.

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May we continue to be present for one another

May we reach out

May we share an abundance of Small Kindnesses

May we put up our feet 'round the fire with our beloved tribe

xo

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2021 

13 comments:

Marti said...

What a moving and beautiful blog post Nancy; the simplest of actions, the most powerful of impacts- kindness. Needed now more than ever on these very uncertain years, on these days when we face obstacles, when we hold close dear friends who are going through life's upheavals and are so far away, when we share our lives with each other and realize that a kind word, a thoughtful gesture, a helping hand given in hope is received with such grace; this is what it means to be together, a community, to belong to the whole.

Someone once asked me how I could call people that I have never met face to face, only on the internet, friends...I simply replied that when you find your tribe, your heart expands, connections fill your days and love and friendship are ever present. Most importantly, we come to know that we are never alone in this vast world...

Nancy said...

Marti~ Beautifully said. Isn't it wonderful just how simple it can be? When you find your tribe, your heart knows. (((hugs)))

Mo Crow said...

(((Nancy))) you have such a beautiful heart

Nancy said...

(((Mo))) ~ My heart is holding you and Rod deep inside...is holding Grace and her family. My "beautiful heart" feels heavy with news of the day, with love. xoxo

cynthia said...

I woke up with unease ..personal and then thinking of Mo and Rod and then the political. which increased as I visited Grace..and then came here…to find balm and care…..it is still dark and I took your words outside…Orion is so close so huge above me and yet almost gets lost in the incredible myriad of stairs above me and peace comes in and quiet and that sense of awe at how small we are here.thank you..gentle say.Cynthia

jude said...

perhaps , each small thing is huge.

Nancy said...

Cynthia~ How lovely to see you here on the trail. Your description of taking your unease, and the poem out to the stars invokes peace for me too. Thank you for sharing that here. May we all have many 'gentle days'. xo

Jude~ That was my thought upon waking today...the small things are really big. Each small thing matters. xo

Faith said...

Today I followed the same blog path Cynthia wrote above and also found this, here, to be a balm. This and the tremendous love I feel among ragmates.

Nancy said...

Faith~ It is so nice to see you here and I totally agree...this is by far the best group of folks! I'm grateful you found this to be a balm for you today. (((hugs)))

Deb G said...

This feels like a hug. :)

Nancy said...

Deb~ A sweet, nice thought. Hugs are good.

Liz A said...

"... these brief moments of exchange.
What if they are the true dwelling of the holy"

and I think of "Santa Tierra" ... a term I learned long ago in Cursillo and used to associate with a beautiful retreat on the James River in Virginia ... but now I think "holy ground" is wherever we meet each other ... even, maybe even especially, here in the ether

last, I love that there are new voices in the choir ... how wonderful is that?

Nancy said...

Liz~ I will have to do some reading on "Santa Tierra" later. But, I will say that 'where we meet each other' is a nice definition :) Those voices blend right in! xo