I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Sunday, February 11, 2018
Small things
So the small things came into their own: small acts of
helping others, if one could; small ways of making one's own life better: acts
of love, acts of tea, acts of laughter. Clever people might laugh at such
simplicity, but, she asked herself, what was their own solution?
Alexander McCall Smith, The Good Husband of
Zebra Drive
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It is the small things
That are the big thing
Random acts of kindness
Call them what you will
It is not so much the big gestures
But the little things
Done
Unheralded
Sometimes unnoticed
That reflect true love
It is not masses of flowers
Or boxes of candy
Jewelry
Or romantic dinners out that prove love
It is acts of coffee (or tea)
Acts of laughter
It is the picking up of dirty clothes
Putting down the toilet seat
It is listening at the end of the day
Or taking the dog for his walk
These are what make life better
More loving
These are the things
That
count
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