When I was dreaming up this blog, I envisioned it as not only a spot for me to share my world/thoughts/ideas, but a place to create community. A tribe. A landing spot for many voices. So I am happy to announce that I am going to start featuring the thoughts of friends and readers so we can share in this fun life * happy life together.
I want to hear from you! If you have something to say/share/get off your chest, give me a shout at email@example.com and we will make this happen!
Below, my friend Maria shares a great story and lesson on the human spirit and our connection to one another through simple acts of kindness. Maria (who I call Columbian Oprah) is so dear to my heart and I am crazy grateful to her for sharing her heart with us today! Enjoy…
When Autumn asked me to be a guest writer on her blog, I was honored. But, if you know Autumn, you know she has the amazing ability to make you believe in yourself. She is authentic and funny as hell. In fact, when I met her, it went something like this: “nice to meet you Autumn, you are my new best friend and I love you.” But, I digress. I do have something I would like to say (write?) and I’m excited to share it.
I’m constantly reminded of the importance of kindness and the human connection. When events happen that allow me to practice those beliefs, especially in front of my preteen daughter, then I’m genuinely grateful. Allowing the spirit in me to honor the spirit in others isn’t just some yoga hippie shit, it brings on real happiness.
We recently moved to New Jersey, where the gardens are plentiful and the people are assholes.
Well, maybe not assholes.
Maybe just rushy and serious.
Coming from the south, it has been a tough adjustment.
Last week, my daughter and I were grocery shopping. When we got to the cashier, she seemed, well, New Jerseyesque. The thought always crosses my mind, and it did that day, “you never know someone else’s battles.” So I was kind. I said hello. She hardly looked up. As she was scanning my myriad of gluten-free goodies, she looked up and asked, “so who’s gluten free?” I told her my son has been for a couple years. Tears welled up and she started telling me that her husband had been diagnosed with celiac disease and now her daughter was being tested. He had been very sick and she was happy to have an answer, but now she felt overwhelmed. The stress of it had been too much for her. And there it was. The teachable moment for my kid and my chance to be kind. I comforted her, gave her some tips, but mostly I was kind. And being kind, fucking rocks.
My daughter witnessed the importance of the human connection. And I was reminded once again, that maybe people aren’t just plain assholes.
There might a story there, a hurt, a need. Be that light. You will never regret it.