Kindness

kindness - a simple word. I think about it a lot. I try to be kind as much as I can. I know I fail, and then I try again.

kindness does not mean "nice" I think or being a pushover or a doormat, although at times, I have negated myself for others because they needed that in that moment...but ultimatly that hasn't be kind to myself....kindness is what, I think we remember. kindness can be telling someone something difficullt - but not done with harshness or hate, or malice but with love in the hopes of helping that other - and it could be wrong of course...it can be leaving a bowl of water out for the bees, wasps and ants in the garden....a hug....or allowing some space.

but we must be kind, we long for it, seek it - are remembered for it at the end and after - not what we owned, not what we looked liked but our kindness, how our love showed in kindness not only towards ourselves, but others; that's what's kept in our hearts. Kindness is the soft touch, the cup of tea in silence, the giving of resliant and courage, love, love and kindness, as the Buddishts say, loving-kindness that's what we seek, take in and give. That's what we see in intentions how ever right or wrong or misconstrued. Loving-kindness we have to have that not only for ourselves, but for all. To be remembered, to be loved, to warm and be warmed. Not how much you own, not how much you earn, not how famous, or unknown. But maybe not that. If we have and try to show loving-kindness, we will never be unknown.