Kindnessgirl

I’ve been making a lot of assumptions about kindness lately. Like who should be her friends, who should tell her stories and how she should live her life. I’ve been trying to give her an out in our friendship, deciding there is someone better for her. She will hear none of this, her mother gentleness told her to hang in there quietly with me and I would eventually see the light.

I’ve been noticing new things, things I haven’t seen before about her, about myself. The word revolution has been following her around lately. I like this because it means people are starting to believe in her power. I’m not sure she is your typical revolution though. Maybe she is the quiet kind.

She’s always there, but sometimes you have to look for her, she can hide in unexpected places or be right in front of your nose.  You can take her or give her, she’s available to all and endless. Her acts can be small but have great impact. Sometimes she shouts from the rooftops and other times she is only a faint whisper in your ear. She finds the best places in your soul and shines them brightly. She isn’t flashy or showy, she is simple and pure. She’s happiest when you are just yourself. She lends freedom and hope.  She can not be controlled, she just is.

I’m glad she will never give up on me. I hold her close and yet have never been happier to give her away.