Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 30 April 2013




I love the unfolding of all that changes with the seasons. Even here, in the Land of Perpetual Summer.

I love the unfolding of ideas. In the morning, BEfore I have had a chance to think at all.

I love the unfolding of what’s next. Despite this ALWAYS BEing the case, for me this What’s Next is unusually special.

I love the unfolding of the dawn. How quietly it turns the darkness to light, on tiptoes with whispers and prayers.

I love the unfolding of an adventure. What I plan for, how I prepare, all of that, POOF!!! it disappears in an instant.

I love the unfolding of Acceptance. All that I thought so important, such dealbreakers and lines drawn; losing their significance like birds taking flight.

I love the unfolding of a year, a brand spanking new year with all its big plans… Where I would BE, What I would DO, How it all would work together, such 3-part harmonies; the melody that I hear is so much more BEautimous.

I love the unfolding of friendships. Just when I thought even they had departed my Life, unnecessary and no longer essential, a new facet of friendship reveals itself and I step into the dance with ease.

I love the unfolding of dreams. Their possibilities deLIGHTing me completely.

I love you, Currie

Monday, April 29, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 29 April 2013




I love that I canNOT DO some of the things I used to think I MUST DO.

None of us was born walking; Life is about learning and growing and changing from BEginning to End.

I love that I canNOT DO what others DO so amazingly wondrously well.

We all have our gifts and I wouldn’t trade mine for anyone else’s; NOT Now, NOT ever.

I love that I canNOT DO BEing a crankypants complainer and purveyor of negativity.

I used to BE default set there, for years and years; I’ve learned at last to Let Go in advance.

I love that I canNOT DO the sort of crazy-making nattering I once did.

I didn’t actually see that in myself, for so very long and then, somewhat suddenly, I did; that this was humbling would BE a gross understatement.

I love that I canNOT DO Point Counterpoint with any grace or skill whatsoever.

It was so long something I admired and wanted in my repertoire; Now I understand what BEing careful what I wish for REALLY means.

I love that I canNOT DO gossip anymore without feeling like there is barbed wire BEtween my teeth.

Even if I thought I was “above” or “BEyond” that, and I did, I wasn’t fooling anyone; well, mayBE I was fooling myself…

I love you, Currie

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 28 April 2013



I love that I don’t know what people really think about me.

Especially that I can never know, just as no one can ever REALLY KNOW what I think about them.

I love that I don’t know how long I have to BE patient with the process of BEcoming.

In particular, how NOT knowing seems to make me even more patient than I ever imagined BEing.

I love that I don’t know where the miracles are hidden along the Journey.

Especially BEcause that makes them all the more miraculous when they reveal themselves to me.

I love that I don’t know when the magic will wear off of this time in my Life.

In particular, when the words will stop pouring themselves out over me with such generosity.

I love that I don’t know if one day I might feel utterly and completely different about the things I feel so certain of Today.

Especially if it really is true that forgiveness heals what is broken into what seems to me to BE a bazillion little shreds of glass.

I love that I don’t know who I will BE when I am really old enough to truly embrace myself as BEing someone “old.”

In particular, if it could come in just a blink, overnight, like a flash of light.

I love you, Currie

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 27 April 2013




The really important thing is that my intentions are for the best.

When I have any other agenda, borne of selfishness, there’s little hope and even less motivation to proceed.

The really important thing is for me to BE pointed toward something, yet always to know that it is in the Journey where my treasures live.

When I focus on a goal or specific outcome it is like standing in the sunlight.

The really important thing is to know that each one of my days, whatever I think of them, good or bad or one of the many other things in BEtween, BEfore, and even BEyond good or bad, is a gift.

Possibilities are endless, yet the day itself is ALWAYS a gift.

The really important thing is when faced with a choice of getting mad, getting even, or getting on with Life, I choose to get on with Life.

The other two options always require too much unkindness and they are full and overflowing with reasons to regret.

The really important thing is how I BEgin a thing, how I step into its energetic flow.

When I DO this “right” I am always certain to find enJOYment even in defeat.

The really important thing is where my heart is.

This makes all the difference all the time...

I love you, Currie

Friday, April 26, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 26 April 2013




Am I BEing or BEcoming is a question I have noticed myself asking more regularly the past few years. 

It wasn’t so long ago that I realised BEing Present and in Right Now was/is the ONLY place where I was/am truly wholehearted and alive.

Now is all I ever have, even if I remember whatever was and imagine, even work toward what will or MAY BE.

So I think this was how I came to pondering the idea of myself BEing something or some way OR BEcoming something or some way.

Many times I have heard that Gratitude is a state of mind, of BEing even. It is a decision. A choice made freely.

I’ve also come to know that BEcoming someone who is Simpler, Visible, Disciplined, and Enough can take so long that even when I think I am BEing these “things” I am still BEcoming them.

BEing Grateful, which, come to think of it, isn’t all that measurable across the board either, has seemed easier to wrap my head round than BEing Simpler, Visible, Disciplined, and Enough.

[an aside: Simplify, Visible, Discipline, and Enough were/are my words for the years 2010, 2011, 2012, and 2013, respectively]

It’s less urgent for me to know which is “truest” of me, BEing or BEcoming.

Still, I ponder it often…

I love you, Currie

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 25 April 2013




MayBE I will Let Go of taking myself so seriously. Especially of taking my poeming at all seriously. I have so enJOYed this National Poetry Month, starting off with lines from some of my favourite poets’ poems.

MayBE I will Let Go of fencing myself into making art one way or another way, using this medium or the other. Especially when it seems I already HAVE DONE SO. My acknowledging it “out loud” here feels freeing.

MayBE I will Let Go of what I no longer use, want, or desire to have and see what happens when I just release it. Especially ideas about myself and who I “have to BE.” Simply BEcause that is what I called myself or what someone labelled me…

MayBE I will Let Go of my assumptions of other people. Especially those people I don’t really know what is up with. BEcause… assumptions have a way of stepping into wet cement and then even trying to move a baby step BEcomes rather impossible.

MayBE I will Let Go of resisting Change. Especially when I can easily point out how those Changes I resisted most have revealed themselves to BE gifts of unimaginable grace and good fortune. I really don’t know EVERYTHING and likely was all wrong about ever thinking I needed to anyway…

I love you, Currie

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 24 April 2013




MayBE what I need is to just stop thinking so much about giving “things” and “stuff” a new Life and simply let them go. Goodness knows it’s easy enough. Goodwill is right across the highway. Taking it there it’s likely to find a new Life, and I don’t have to figure out the HOW…

MayBE what I need is to make times in my weeks for the phone calls I haven’t been making BEcause I’ve been forgetting, or mayBE it’s just NOT remembering. I know how that feels on my end, when someone doesn’t call and doesn’t call, and what’s more, I know how icky it feels when someone, that someone or another, reminds me that telephones work both ways.

MayBE what I need is to stop wasting my energy feeling regret about my failures to connect these past 5 weeks. MayBE what I need is to really grasp how long and winding the road I’m travelling, healing my no spring chicken brain from concussion.

MayBE what I need is to stop worrying that loving and caring about someone is somehow diminished if there is NOT direct connection, whether by and BEtween us on the phone or simply in my own thoughts.

There is such peace in taking time to really deeply think of someone without words…

Yes.

I love you, Currie

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 23 April 2013




In what way is my Life a train wreck?!

One way is BElieving I’ve Let Go the myriad ropes tying me to the “right track.”

I think Now I was assuming the unassumable. Life is a gift that unwraps itself a moment at a time. Perhaps the “ropes” I Let Go weren’t meant for me to hold onto…

And my mistaken thinking about STUFF. The things I’ve held onto, as though somehow I could go back and re-live something through them. Tucking away treasures, moments when I surely enJOYed myself, yet thought, if I hold onto this thing I will BE able to enJOY it again and again and again… Whenever I want to.

In fact, I think the whole of my “train wreck-ness” has been mistaking holding on with loving.

Or thinking that if I stay with this person or that one wants to stay with me, that means I am loveable and worthy of BEing above ground breathing in and out.

My Life isn’t about what I can accumulate, how many friends I have, the busy comings-and-goings of my days and nights… NOT even about who I love and who loves me.

Life is about moments LIVED fully, with my whole heart and a mind far too open to possibility to stick to some track forever…

I love you, Currie

Monday, April 22, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 22 April 2013




Choose to say WOW! 

MayBE Just Wow! 

Or even wow… 

Go ahead. 

Try it. 

DO it this once. 

You can!!!

BE simple enough. 

BE wise. 

Take this opportunity to express so much with only one little word.

WOW!!! Wow! wow…

I’ve always wanted to BE someone who uses fewer words. This is my wish. Imagine that, I tell myself, you kept it to just one sentence.

I marvel at myself the way I would with a baby discovering her feet NOT only are fun, they can BE stood upon. 

I encourage myself by creating little challenges, ones that only I know, and meeting, sometimes even surpassing them. 

This is what I DO. This is who I AM.

WOW!!! 

One word that can BE serviceable in ways BEyond measure. 

Ways that can surprise, astonish, and utterly amaze.

When I don’t know what to say, a Wow or wow, even a WOW!!! will work.

When I am happy, deLIGHTed, and especially when I am completely blown away I often write WOW!!! WOW!!! WOW!!! and I am certain to express the whole of my enJOYment.

Simply, in a word… Understood in all languages. 

[Which is something which actually matters to me as I regularly peruse the artistic and magnificent works of others round this World.]

WOW!!! I say. 

WOW Wow wow…

I love you, Currie

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 21 April 2013




It’s the small things that are really the big things BEcause those little bits of Life are my very favourite.

The feel of clean sheets after a warm shower on a night when sleep is beckoning.

How quiet the morning is when most everything is still dark and asleep. Except for me, of course!!

The ticking of the clock whose sound I have come to love… the sound of Time measured and yet gone as soon as I count it.

How Gracie stands on the ottoman, BEhind me here, where I write, when she is thinking it’s time I focus on HER and breks.

It’s the small things that are really the big things BEcause such things, often unnoticed, are precisely and exactly what make Life so enchanting.

Little faces bringing me “mail” one afternoon. As I open the envelope they hold their breath and I discover cut-out people from magazines.

The tough and stuffy people who go all mushy and soft when Gracie turns her love on them.

All the paper paper paper PAPER I have held onto moved and made room for that is Now out and ready to BE recycled. The space of BEautimous emptiness it leaves BEhind.

Time to putter and make new choices, always keeping in mind that Less is what I prefer.

I love you, Currie

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 20 April 2013




What I wish most to hear sounds like forgiveness. Acceptance. Simple kindness. Compassion.

What I wish most to hear is someone’s smile across the telephone, his excitement, her deLIGHT, our laughter and silly JOY.

What I wish most to hear is the silence where worry had been. That quiet knowing and easy trust. The realisation that there is nothing I canNOT face with curious pleasure.

What I wish most to hear is the mattering, cherishing, and treasuring BEtween us, you, them… The way NOTHING stands BEtween people but their loving respect. Encouragement. Understanding. A sort of quietly BEautimous knowing that flows peaceably like a spring stream.

What I wish most to hear is the stillness of no regret. No guilt. No doubt. No resentment.

What I wish most to hear is laughter everywhere and the lightness of hearts, like people at a festival for no particular reason just BEcause they are happy to BE alive and Here, Right Now. Oh yes, how wondrous it would BE to hear such bliss and merriment.

What I wish most to hear is the gentle breathing that is sleep on a night where the windows let in the magical sounds of night.

What I wish most to hear is I CAN!! I CHOOSE!! I AM!!

Spoken aloud. With a whole complete heart.

I love you, Currie

Friday, April 19, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 19 April 2013




What is the worst that could happen if??? 

DO YOU ever ask yourself this question?! 

Does it seem to you like you’re borrowing trouble when you DO?!

I wonder often what I was thinking when I made myself this month’s batch of prompts. 

I wonder if I really should BE thinking in the “negative” like this question implies?! 

Shouldn’t I really prefer to think of what it is I really and truly want, prefer, and desire?!

MayBE all that is true and perhaps borrowing a little trouble isn’t an absolutely BAD thing. 

After all, aren’t mistakes the real treasures in Life?! 

Isn’t what DOES NOT work exactly what pushes us [okay, Me] to try another way?!

What’s the worst that could happen if… I have filled this sentence in several times over in my earlier writing. It’s funny, each one was something I had feared and stalled on. Then, writing them this morning, I saw how easily I scare myself and hold myself in suspended animation.

Each of the sentence completions revealed to me that I rarely [actually, NEVER] know what is on the other side of possibility. That even when I try to imagine how something will play out, I’m only guessing at best.

What is the worst that could happen if???

Go ahead, answer for yourself…

I love you, Currie

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 18 April 2013




Choosing when NOT to play is how, sometimes, I will notice that what I thought of as play at some other point in time Now seems, to me, nothing at all like free-spirited and deLIGHTfull, two things that describe play exquisitely for me.

Choosing when NOT to play is when I don’t participate in even the most benign of point counterpoint discussions. When I simply act as if I did NOT hear or DO NOT comprehend or simply am NOT in that particular conversation.

NOT choosing when NOT to play is why I got lost over and over again. In love. I kept picking up what I thought was the rope of connection BEtween me and whoever. In those mistaken moments it turns out that I was playing at what no one else was playing, at the same time.

Choosing when NOT to play is who I can BE sometimes. As though it were an iteration of me. I know this one can make people uncomfortable. And ME unpredictable. Yet it is still a way I reach for when I choose NOT to play.

Sometimes, choosing when NOT to play is what I will DO Now when it seems things are careening down roads I won’t travel anymore, roads which always lead to painful outcomes, sooner or later…

I love you, Currie

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 17 April 2013


Sometimes breathing lets me remember that I am simply Right Here and it is only ever Right Now.

Such an easy thing to forget, at least for me, but the breathing slows me down. Gets me focused. Reminds me gently.

Sometimes breathing lets me pause. Reflect. Go within. BE quiet. Take a beat.

Even think a thing out and through in that way that barreling ahead never has and likely never will.

Sometimes breathing just lets me think.

When I have a clearer head, breathing can magically bring Life into focus. Far better than the way my thoughtsandfeelings swirl all round, in circles that don’t fit, making it as hard to see my way through as those miles of thick fog I drove through along the Pacific Coast Highway.

Sometimes breathing lets me have an extra moment to know myself. To discover my heart.

Sometimes breathing lets me settle down and find my center again. And BEgin from there.

Sometimes breathing lets me go back to sleep when my busy brain has woken me long BEfore even I want to get up and BEgin my day.

Sometimes breathing lets me allow the light to come in.

Light that gives me new perspective.

Light that allows another facet to BE seen or even suggested.

Sometimes breathing lets me BE.

I love you, Currie

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 16 April 2013




I don’t pick up my end of the rope
preferring to let it BE
untethered by
expectation…

Some mornings I write two poems. This morning I decided to share them both. Each of them reflects a different aspect of me today. I enJOY when I can see there are facets to me that aren’t immediately within reach.

I don’t pick up my end of the rope… that was my prompt for today. It made for some interesting writing earlier. This is often the case when I just let my fingers fly on the keys.

I am grateful this morning for letting go of a rope I was trying to perfect lassoing. I can’t DO perfect and canNOT perfect my lassoing capabilities. Best then to simply NOT pick up my end of the rope.

Sometimes I have to LET GO my end of a rope, but that’s an entirely other kettle of crocodiles from NOT picking it up in the first place. I have noticed that oftentimes I will have Let Go awhile “back” in Time the same rope I don’t pick up my end of Today.

It is funny, too, how I don’t pick up my end of the rope and then, slowly [or sometimes quickly] I realise there was no one holding onto the other end anyway…

I love you, Currie

Monday, April 15, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 15 April 2013




Meditation is many things. Some would disagree, but that is okay with me. 

I’ve come to learn that this is the human condition. To disagree. To agree. 

To feel you have discovered some Great Amazing Truth when you’ve really just spent enough time on the Planet to see a different perspective.

Meditation is NOT a skill to BE mastered. Some would also disagree with this. So BE it.

Meditation is, like writing or running or even playing the piano, a Practise [capital P] that fulfills the human need to practise. Something.

Meditation is also a funny word. It has 2 misspellings I seem to make constantly, mediCation and mediAtion.

Meditation is simply a thing but NOT a simple thing. Although here I may actually disagree with myself. Yet, that is wondrously okay with me!!

Meditation is how I quiet the noise in my Life, in my HEAD, for a little while. 

How I settle down the jumping beans vying for my undivided attention and somehow they comply and go take a walk. 

Some walk away. 

Some come back. 

Yet eventually, as I practise DOing MY own silly or NOT like anyone else’s version of meditation, those beans that were jumping and screeching at me eventually sit down and show themselves to me.

More clearly. Gently even. And quietly.

I love you, Currie

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 14 April 2013




Napping is absotively, posolutely The Very Best Way to rest and regroup. 

I say this as even a seldom napper. I prefer a nap without sleeping, one where the magic of quiet and calm are enough. 

Where eyes can close without sleeping.

And sometimes, Napping is essential.

When healing or recuperating. These are the times when a nap is exactly the perfectly right next thing. Any time. 

BEcause healing requires the devotion to rest that naps DO. 

Simple science!!

After a night of elusive sleep, a nap brings perspective and gives the body and the soul a leaping chance to embrace a deep night’s sleep, seemingly sooner than later. 

It takes the edginess of sleep deprivation and puts it in proportion.

Napping is what many people DO… without fanfare, explanation, and certainly without offering up anything resembling apology. 

YES!!! [I need to learn to DO napping like that!!]

Napping is Gracie’s favourite daytime activity. And amazingly it NEVER EVER interferes with her ability to sleep at night. 

It is a wonderful thing to watch her nap. 

The ones where she’s kind of still awake but resting her body. 

The ones where she tucks her nose into her paw-crick and goes deeper than deep.

That is usually the one she has midday. 

I love seeing her that deep asleep.

I love you, Currie

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 13 April 2013




When I stop BEfore words I am able to really think about the words I want to write. 

When I stop BEfore words when I speak it can BE an entirely different kettle of cranberries.

I don’t DO this enough and I always regret it. I am, at least, more aware.

And I listen more, to myself, BEcause I find it is the Very Best Way to discover what is at the heart of my talk talk talking.

Plus, I have that sort of time. 

To listen. 

To wait. 

To reconsider. 

To imagine how my words might BE heard, received, or understood.

NOT everyone GETS everyone else. This is what is BEing lost in the techno-gadgetry World.

Subtlety. Intent. Emphasis. Depth.

When I stop BEfore words I am better informed BEcause I am aware and conscious enough to STOP. 

Often, when I reflect on something I’ve expounded on and on and on about, only AFTER DO I sense the urgency in me that is willing to pour itself out on anyone who will listen.

When I stop BEfore words, though, I can reflect “in advance” and guide myself gently toward DOing the Right Thing and NOT running long off into the Land of Willy-Nilly Jabbering.

This is the gift of learning myself, for better and for NOT so…

I love you, Currie

Friday, April 12, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 12 April 2013




When I get messy it means I am in a sort of flow or rhythm. 

It means I have dropped the hope and even the remotest desire for perfection. 

It is a blessed release to BE this way. 

To BE messy.

When I get messy it means I am someone who has found the slightest hint of a suggestion of the scent of an idea that I will gladly follow and go wherever it might lead.

When I get messy it means I am taking the time to breathe. 

Relax. 

EnJOY. 

BE.

When I get messy it means I am unafraid of making mistakes or having a remarkable failure.

When I get messy it means I am living inside the moments of my Life and NOT walking round carrying my clipboard and ever-present checklist of items to BE DOing Now or have completed, things I expect of myself that I would NEVER expect of anyone else, and those oh so many things I have never done or will never DO but which I think were once expected of me and so I need to keep berating myself for NOT living up to those expectations.

When I get messy it means I am learning to gently and easily Let Go.

When I get messy it means I am living…

I love you, Currie

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 11 April 2013




What I think about tribes is that in some of the ways they are “good” they can also BE NOT good. NOT necessarily bad, just NOT good. Like when you [or I] are part of a “tribe” and you [or I] feel apart, different, unwelcome, or cast out.

I think that as the definitions for tribe are a “social division of people” or a “family” or a “group with something in common,” this necessarily sets up the “IN” and the “OUT” divisiveness.

Divisiveness is never a good thing, I don’t think, especially when I have been on the INside or the OUTside and could see the pain or feel the pain caused by BElonging or NOT.

I also think about tribes somewhat the same way I think about social networks. Like Facebook. Where you put up there only what you want people to see or know or think of you. Now I am NOT saying or advocating that people put MORE or DIFFERENT stuff up there, just that it works that way.

Which is largely why I deleted my Facebook account. And have never once looked back. I told myself for a long time what its benefits to me were, yet since deleting my account, I don’t miss or even see what I thought I loved or saw…

I love you, Currie

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 10 April 2013




Learning from my mistakes is probably the best way imaginable to capitalise on those plenty of little characters. 

Mistakes are purposeful and NOT the things to hide away at the back of the closet inside the box underneath the board.

Learning from my mistakes is wise. It brings wisdom and insight and deepened understanding. 

It isn’t necessarily fun or even the least bit thrilling to make mistakes [so many MANY mistakes] but it surely is brilliant to use them for shifts in perspective and moments of FLASH!!! I GET IT!!!

Learning from my mistakes is how I have figured out what I DO want AND what I DO NOT want. 

This is the part I wish could have gone faster, come sooner, been simpler.

And it didn’t so, there you go. I know Now. This is enough.

Learning from my mistakes is sometimes a little embarrassing.

But so what I say?! So what if I look the fool and act so silly that others feel compelled to laugh [even snort] at my ineptitudes?!

If mistakes have taught me any one thing more than all others it is that the times of the greatest and most painful laughter are those where important lessons are buried.

Where the possiblities are endless. 

Where I can truly BEgin to soar.

Even fly…

I love you, Currie

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 9 April 2013




Finding poetry in everything means that there is nothing that is BEyond the Hope and Promise of poetry. And in this National Poetry Month, I’m setting out to prove this, if only to myself.

There is even poetry in pain. In fact, I think it is oftentimes the “negative” aspects of Life which we seem to make poetry out of more than any other. Well, love, I suppose, and yet often it is Love’s pain most often that inspires poetry.

Finding poetry in everything means that I can DO what once I’d have imagined BEyond impossible. That I can leap and sometimes even fly out BEyond that field of which Rumi wrote.

It means that each moment and experience can BE gathered up into a generous bundle of words that, while all of them in a piled high might make no sense whatsoever, they somehow sing in perfect pitch whilst standing side-by-side in a poem.

It means that even pain has Hope inside of it. Even the darkest things shed their light on something never seen quite that way up until Now.

It means that words are a balm. They have tamed my wildness. And in them I have found a peacefulness and understanding, often of myself, perhaps ONLY of myself.

And that is enough.

To understand myself.

I love you, Currie

Monday, April 8, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 8 April 2013




What DO I Long To Say?!

It’s a question that occurs, pops up on my radar from time to time making me wonder if there is any good reason or is it just my tendency to complicate and overthink.

It seems I am often considering something I might call a Final Reckoning. That someday will come when all will BE weighed in the balance and I will have to answer for myself, defend, or simply surrender that yes, indeed, I am and have been far less than perfect. I have taken shortcuts and I have done what I did NOT want to DO.

Without apology. That is the thing. That I can almost see myself accepting that I fall short, often, and that I always have.

I long to say that I grew tired after a time of BEing unimportant to and NOT considered by those who were and ARE important and part of my every consideration.

I long to say I wasn’t so brave or bold, I was far from carefree, and the only “other resources” I have [or had] were myself and my trust in God.

I long to say the people who deleted me were never deleted by me.

I long to say Thank You!! What a difference you made in my Life and World…

I love you, Currie

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 7 April 2013




BE Kind, BE Kind, BE Kind means always make kindness Generous and put it first BEfore anything always, again, and yet again.

Three things in human life are important: the first is to be kind; the second is to be kind; and the third is to be kind. ~Henry James

Somedays it seems I would DO best to keep my words briefer than brief. I like James’ thought here.

So often I have heard about What Is Important. 

To BE a good human. 

To have character. 

[as opposed to BEing a character, which, frankly I find far more fun than building character but…]

There are important things, yet none of these I can imagine more important than BEing Kind. 

And whether that kindness is in thoughts, words, or actions, to myself, to another, or to the World in general, kindness is indeed more primary than any other important thing.

Kindness when I am tired, sad, unwell, disappointed, confused, scared, and even angry. 

Kindness in all times and places, treating no one as less or more deserving of it. [and here, I might add, kindness to Self is as essential as air to breathe]

Kindness where it seems the last possibility, where it would appear to have nowhere to stand.

This is the important “peace” of Kindness. Always. Everywhere.

I love you, Currie