Tiny Gestures (one on human kindness)

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via Daily Prompt: Tiny

I’ve been neglecting this blog. It hasn’t been on purpose, it’s been the unintended consequence of overscheduling myself.

Here’s one on tiny gestures creating sustainable, meaningful impact.

For the last three or so years, I’ve worked as a barista for a fairly well-known coffee co. Now in those three years, I’ve encountered a range of humans: the majority have been kind, a handful have destroyed my spirit, a few have been blatant shmucks, some have become friends and a select few have genuinely bestowed onto me greater kindness and knowledge than I would’ve ever thought strangers could.

I’m choosing to write about one of those latter folks today.

I had a tiny customer make a tiny gesture of kindness that resulted in a great surge of much-needed encouragement the other day.

A regular I’ve helped for years recently came in and handed me the coin pictured above. In passing, I’d mentioned to him bits and pieces about my summer travels. In passing, I’d revealed my life to him. I had mentioned how much I missed Greece; how much I missed travel and excitement and culture and pure mindset.

A few nights following a particularly in-depth conversation on missing mindset over everything, he came in and handed me this. He hadn’t even come in for coffee, he had come in because he’d seen me inside.

He had picked up this coin in Athens years ago and carried it around every day since. As he explained it, this coin had become his reminder of Greece and his mark of good luck.
He then told me to keep it and said that it was my turn to remember.

He and I have shared such tiny moments together– two to three minute conversations a few times a week, at times going months without seeing each other. But we’ve always had a knack for picking right back up from when we’d last seen each other.
He and I have shared such tiny blips of insight into each other’s lives.
He and I have such tiny understandings of who the other is.
He and I have such a tiny relationship, and yet, his tiny gesture moved me so greatly.

So here’s to tiny being just enough.

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Pumpkins and pumpkin pie.
Orchards without apples.
Warm wine and mulled spice.
Corn mazes and colored fingers.
Cool air and a sense of freedom.
Darkness and quiet voices.
Secrets and shared moments.

Autumn is the season of searching.

Prayer.

By seven months I had been baptized.
By seven years I had attended more church services in a month than birthday parties in a year.
By seventeen I had separated myself from every religious tie that I had been forced into.
But here, at twenty one, I have found myself wishing I that I had succumbed to believing.

I made a move towards claiming spirituality today, though. I found myself praying for someone else. 

I’ve fought countless battles within myself, arguing for and against religion over the years. I was born to a split household, a pious Catholic and a devout Buddhist had agreed to maintain their respective ideologies. They believed in their distinct beliefs; they believed in each other. They believed that religion grounded individuals and that Catholicism could ground their wild child, free spirited daughter.

It didn’t. It couldn’t.

And so for years I set God aside, only reaching out in times of need. How often did I find myself at my lowest, crying in the bathroom, sobbing in my tub, asking for forgiveness? For the love of God, God, throw me a bone.

He never did. Or perhaps he did, but by then I had shifted my belief into myself. Is impatience a virtue? Perhaps a sin.

I found myself saying to another human that I was praying for them today. I don’t know why I did. Or well, I know why I did. Because they believed in God. And if they believed in God, then I too could believe for them. And so I did. And I have never found myself more selflessly devoted.

x

 

One on Flattery (//Daily Post)

via Daily Prompt: Flattery

Flattery demolishes insecurity. It transforms ugly thoughts into thoughts of acceptance. It transcends deeply rooted self- instilled, debilitating disappoint in oneself.

We argue that flattery is superfluous, inflated fluff, but sometimes, flattery goes beyond compliments. It is gazing, it is adoring, it is encouraging; it is a silent believer among a sea of skeptics.

Flattery is a nudge towards healing.

Flattery, is last Saturday night.

 

2 things (strangers + another first date)

My last haphazardly written post on nostalgia somehow triggered a wave of readers that have made me so happy, I’ve chosen to mention them in my writing! Granted, I’ll just about mention any human that comes across my path because I believe to some extent everyone means something BUT, I digress.

I’m not much for tracking counts and stats, but I do receive wordpress notifications. And as a slew of likes trickled in on my last post, curiosity got the best of me and I decided to check in on the madness. What I was met with absolutely floored me. Readers from Finland, and the Netherlands, and Greece(!) and at least a dozen other countries have read my words! It absolutely made my entire day and reminded me of the worlds interconnected(ness). How beautiful it is to share something from one end and have it received in another. Thank you kind souls for shedding such light into my life.  ❤

On a completely unrelated note, here’s a quick one as I get ready to snooze.

First dates either go really well orrrr really terribly, there really is no way you can convince me otherwise on this.

In either case, I went on another first date tonight… and this one was really great guys. Like, smiling so hard throughout the night that your face hurts on the train ride home kinda great.

Now, I freely admit that I am far too emotionally drained from the last guy to date again quite yet, and frankly, that I’m far too busy to commit to any sort of actual relationship these days… but I have to say this: I’ve dated a fair amount in the last five or so years of my life and experienced a variety of relationships varying from really fantastic to catastrophically regrettable, enough so to realize what I like and I what I want to run for the hills from.

And so here’s my take on tonight (for future ref). This one may not end up being my heart mate, but he may have been exactly what I needed for this point in my life. Tonight’s first date was with a really really sweet, really really really cute (like, man bun + beard kinda cute) guy. And I think he was a gentle reminder of the truly wonderful, fascinating humans you have the potential to find out there, if you simply allow yourself to be there.

x

(Update: there’s going to be a second date. 🙃)