March 12, 2017 (day 12)
Fell asleep last night before I put these words into the keyboard. ”Tis okay. This isn’t a term paper to hand in. My excuse self blames the full moon and daylight savings and our apartment search. Let’s remember why we’re doing this, a bigger voice says.
As Mocha and I descended down Longwood Ave toward our front door which becomes a slow stroll at the end of our walk, I see this. A sweet gesture someone has taken the time to put out at the T stop. Three little hearts embellishing the fence. Bright enough to catch my eye from a distance. Wow. Who did it? Lovely 3D graffiti that now has changed my day. As my mind is churning over the to do list, three little hearts hit pause and my first thought is I love you, three words synonymous with this symbol, and I don’t even know who sent them. And does it matter?
How many days have they been there and have I missed them? Noticing. Paying attention. Taking delight in what I see. A big thank you shout out to the universe and the kind soul that took the time to send it to me and who knows how many others this sweet message. And what can I do to pay it forward? To put good juju out into the world, as my dear friend says.
How do I leave this place and this world a little better than I found it? And where can I be the messenger? Buy a cup of coffee for the person behind me. Pay someone’s toll. Pick up trash. Take time to say hello. Stop and pet a dog. Play with the toddler in the stroller. Send a friend a note. Buy flowers for someone for no particular reason. Bake and share. Pick up the phone. Say yes. Post this.
So good morning to all of you. I appreciate you taking time to read these posts. I love you. Have a swell Monday.