Sunday, November 10, 2013

Muneribus

Kindness, a gift greater than any other. I have officially met kindness, he is not very tall, has hair whiter than my sweet Gma's, scrunches his nose frequently and laughs very, very often.

I have seen and met many people since arriving in this state of rainbows, monsoons, and aloha. It is exactly what it was promised it would be. And there is one who fully emulates the beauty of the Aloha spirit, but how did he come to be that way? How does any person reach the situation where we give freely and ask for nothing in return? It cannot simply be where we were raised, though soft Hawaiian days may have assisted in molding this boy, or those who raised us. Perhaps it is an innate gift endowed to us to bear each and every day. Like anything it must be that choice you make every morning when you arise and settle your feet upon the earth beneath you and choose kindness, we have to choose those type of things each morning with the sneaking rays of sun that slip through the cracks in the walls and through the slats of our windows.

Now since having shaken the very hand of kindness I have begun to feel a little change within me, a small urge to do things for others more often than I have before. One of the things I want the most is to make others happy, it cannot be too hard now can it? There is always the Cosmo approach to it, hit your head on something, throw out a few jokes, do a jig, and appreciate some old Charlie Chaplin techniques. Also the Mother Teresa approach: "We can do no great things: only small things with great love." I'm a firm believer of this one, my very favorite shirt that I have acquired over the years actually sports the Mother herself and that quote and this is, indeed, my own interpretation of that. Small kindnesses: a hug at the right time, listening intently and devotedly, a lovingly written note, a fist bump, holding a door open, all the small things that remain in our memories so fondly. Those things. And just loving is also enough, when you give that to others you would be surprised at how they grow. We all know what it feels like to be loved, loved in just the right way. And love changes for each person, there is, as F. Scott Fitzgerald once said, "There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice." Love is a kindness that anyone can share, and everyone can accept. We love as easily as we breathe but do not always share it as fluently. So what if we expressed that love as frequently and easily as we breathed? Just a thought. I may exercise it, an outpouring of love for those about me not held in but spread about to all that want a cuppa. So if you receive a letter or another form of communication from me soon know that your ears will be filled with love. And then last of all, the Piccadilly approach. Just kill 'em with kindness, be yourself, be authentic and those around you will respond to that in a positive fashion and fill in the space you have left for them to be them. Beautifully or Dastardly. Either way they are they. And that is a kindness in of itself.

So I want to thank kindness and kill 'em with small things and laughter. And maybe do some real school work. That'll do, that'll do.