Kindnessgirl

photo by Gina Bass

feel free to make a wish for you or someone else in the comments…

Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.

-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

saying goodbye to so many hard fought love and growth battles in 2009 and welcoming  all the peace and joy 2010 holds…

 our beloved Perly’s…because everyone should have a really great breakfast joint in their lives.

“The practice of art isn’t to make a living. It’s to make your soul grow.” 
Kurt Vonnegut

That is a picture of a double dipped pecan my friends, a heart hiding in chocolate love. This is the kind of art that unfolds in the everyday. The art that sets off the joy in my heart for simple and unexpected surprises by just taking a bite into a treat…they are tiny signs from the universe sent to delight and remind us that  there are a million reasons why we should live everyday like the whole world is some big giant canvas for art that invites us to both contribute and soak in.

the art of being…

and Vonnegut’s words pop up again the way they always do when you need them most…just when 2010 is coming and my mind is rushing with projects that put my art card next to the “making money” card. I hate those two together. I’m constantly shuffling the deck hoping the two will never come into play in the game. I start to sweat when they do…and the truth is, they will, very soon, as this is the place where my soul must grow…with lots of hope and courage in my heart, but it will only happen if I forge new paths. 

If my soul grows, the parts of money that make me break out into hives will fall into the right places…the place of honoring my work, the place of trust, the place I allow a new kind of success,  the place where I sink into my art of just being, come what may. I need not worry about making a living, I must only say yes…

So in 2010…give yourself permission to allow your art to unfold, to give it all it deserves, to discover how strong your soul is…and if you feel weary, or overwhelmed, or scared….I wish pecan hearts in many bites of chocolate goodness come your way…

christmas miracles happen in all sizes you know…like when…

after many, many years you figure out how to share the Christmas load of magic making (i.e. shopping, cleaning, decorating, cooking) with your partner… you discover a way to be in it together.

the dog and baby are obsessed with the hot pink feather boa my sister bought that Lucy rejected.

creating the exact Christmas breakfast feast would go very far in making this the “best christmas ever” to a six year old.

that you can actually stay in a Christmas budget.

you get a white Christmas just like the movies.

the children require toasts and “wishes” (prayers) at every family togetherness moment.

even though some family members are sick, you happen to have your very own personal nurse visiting (my sister) who gives excellent care.

hibernation made the season merry, bright and oh so chill.

What Christmas miracles (big and small) happened at your house?

It’s the vampire jack, team edward I think…except jackie-boy couldn’t be more dreamy and less vampire-y.

“Mom, this is my best Christmas ever, the snow, the kindness, our love…” said the soulful six year old.

and yet, all I can think is that this child can not possibly be of this world…

ETA- lest you think it’s all unicorns and rainbows over here, i woke up  today to the oh-my-god-there-are-a-gagillion-things-left-to-do heavy feeling this morning…i hate that one. trying to rally the spirit of Christmas back!

I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t sleep so I did what every mother does during the hours of peace and quiet, I cleaned. For four hours, I picked up and scrubbed, sorted and collected, I did laundry…just feeling thankful to just accomplish, to work and let my mind go through thousands of thoughts uninterrupted.

As I pulled out the 324th load of snow clothes, I started thinking about my own mother. So many holiday nights finishing every last little detail that would shape our experience and offer us a memory. My memories revealing her efforts of shaping our childhood in an act of service and an expression of deep love…and for all her faults, her love has reigned supreme. I am with her on this night almost as if I was standing beside the 33 year old her, our babies asleep as we do the dishes and think about the next day ahead. I reached for the tiny snowman mug and feel every intent of love she has ever held for me, hoping my own girls know the same.

It was the dreamiest tree trimming last year. We picked out the tree all together, each person offering input, a collective decision. We came home and put the lights on together, had a fire, listened to music…there might have even been a family hugging session. Whenever you have an over-the-top holiday memory, you should bank it and worship it, and here’s the key- do not expect it to repeat itself… I mean each year will have something that is magical but it’s never the same thing. And in the words of my mother superior preschool teacher and friend Anne, “Low expectations mean high serenity!” *sigh* it’s so true…so here is the tree trimming extravaganza of 2010, in pictures.

We went to two stores, one didn’t have tree stands and twine so off we were to another five minutes before closing. No one could agree on a tree so we let Jorge pick as he was in the grumpiest mood that night. We got home too late to trim so that left us to decorate the next day but Jorge was working late and the kids could barely stand it. I decided to just start, getting the tree in the stand and putting on lights, it was positively comical.

I couldn’t keep Lyra off the table. Here she is looking triumphant. Seconds later she dumped an entire bag of animal crackers on the table which she pushed to the edge so the dog could reach.

Lucy insisted we put the star on, immediately, while Josiah and I tried to just get the tree in the stand and Jack turned 235 pins into the trunk to keep it standing.

She finally gave up and started playing with the greens and boxes.

Lyra moved on to sharing the rest of the milkshake with the dog.

Then she discovered the wonder of lights, as I discovered that every strand had only half the lights work.

and then somehow Christmas works her magic and all is well…

Hope your holiday is merry and bright, even if it isn’t exactly perfect.

I found myself in quite a swirl of buzz and goodness surrounding my kindness work last month. It seemed all at once, the universe was sending me lots of contacts and showing me how kindness could be on the map in new ways. This left me with lots of dreaming and trying to gather my courage to look at this thing head on. I talked with lots of folks, had meetings with a PR maven, it was all extremely helpful and enlightening.

During each session I had a chance to uncover parts of myself to see what was inside. Even though a tiny bit of fear still resides in my heart, moments of feeling completely incapable started to fade away which was totally new territory for me. As I listened to the plans and strategies all I could think was, “Oh, I just want to be with my family, I just want to hibernate, I’m tired.” I realized kindness wasn’t going to ask me to stay away from all I love and will guide me in my part of her much larger scheme of love.  She knows the way…

While total hibernation is still a bit of a pipe dream, we have been taking steps towards the holing up this winter in our little brick house. Halloween puppies, less internet, caramel apples rolled in toffee, baking with Lucy, the boys creating board games, jorge and I engrossed in episodes of Mad Men and books…it has been divine. Everyone needs to pull in every now and then, gather all you love close, take in the warmth, go into the cave…

So here are some tips on exploring the art of hibernating:

1. Yummy food is essential. Now is the time for soups and crusty bread, hot chocolate and marshmallows. Return to your kitchen, there is time to reclaim the art of cooking and baking…the sun goes down so early calling you to hearth and home. Dig out old recipes, let things stew, slow can be your guide.

2. More is More. Get a boatload of firewood givng you the freedom to have a fire every night if desired. Stock up on supplies so you don’t have to darken the door of a Costco for the next three months. Buy the case of wine, you get the idea…  

3. Make a Nest. Pull out the quilts and flannel sheets from the atttic, wash everything in the softest detergent. Buy more pillows than any person should have on their bed, till you are almost sitting in the middle. Have blankets, pillows and slippers all over the house inviting you to take a nap, cozy up, making every space inviting for rest and warmth. Use the old blankets and quilts passed down inviting old love to be draped over you.  

4. Paper and Film. Hibernation is the perfect time for stories. It is when we are quiet and have little to distract us that we can absorb and see all that is meant for us. Read books, books, books… in bed, in the bath, at the table. Make space for the stories you have been meaning to get to, the ones you have been avoiding, the kind that have been whispering a call to you. Watch films, old and new, over and over or in marathons. Fill up the queue and fall asleep in every documentary you watch too late into the night, it’s okay. Story is the thing.

5. Be back later. Disconnect from the world, fall off the map, let obligation rest- for just awhile. Don’t answer the phone, auto-reply “out of office” for personal e-mails which will be confusing and kind of funny to friends. Check out to the world and check-in to those who help you unwind and recharge. If you are itching to connect, invite friends to come to you. Your friends will love the yummy food and nests all around.

Hope you have a warm cave to hibernate in and much love to draw warmth and strength from this night…

Wondering what Guerrilla Goodness is exactly? you can find out here.

Are you interested in being part of the next city wide Guerrilla Goodness mission or looking for ideas for your own city?  you can e-mail me at patience@kindnessgirl.com with your name and preferred e-mail address and I’ll add you to the GG news list.

Special thanks to Style Weekly for including me on their Top 40 under 40 list  , and thanks to Jonah for nominating me (on the sly!). I was shocked and honored and all that good stuff, mostly excited to watch the power and joy of kindness…

all images are property of patience salgado – but feel free to blog, tweet, share, pass along…

Can you imagine anything better than getting a chance to talk to Elmo about love and kindness? My work for PBS Supersisters gave me the very opportunity at The Library of Congress National Book  Festival last weekend. The experience left me wishing I had been on Sesame Street. I think I would have fit in perfectly with the muppets.

Check out more pics here.

because her eyes always tell a story…

Everyone has a story…and if you think they don’t, it usually just means it’s bigger and deeper than you probably imagine.

My path has been crossing all kinds of new people lately… friends of friends, local social circles in my city I never knew even existed, twitterlebrities…it’s more socializing than I have done in a long, long time. I feel like a freshman on the first day of high school. The exchanges of first impressions, some awkward, some instant life long friendship and some I’m still scratching my head trying to figure out. 

I’m sorry to say that my Judgey Joanna has been in total overdrive at times, I thought I knew…I made decisions instantly or even before I arrived, before the story. The story is always there, some give it freely right from the get-go, others hold it close trying to decide if you are worthy, some folks have them locked up so tight hoping they will never see the light of day. No matter how or when we eventually arrive, I am always so humbled by the truth before me.

The story is what makes us real, the place where see and are seen, the moment when we are most amazing and human all at the same time, the destination of understanding and true connection. So I sit around now, trying to wait , reminding myself  to listen, looking and holding hope for the story… 

So Loki (the cutest kid you ever did see) came with his mom, Thea,  in the pouring rain last Sunday to GG. He somehow held hope is his heart that our little event of kindness could still happen. For this reason alone, I knew we must reschedule. I guess you just never know what kindness will hold and when it is best meant to pour out on the world.

Here we go:

Sunday, September 13

3pm in front of the Carillon (near Byrd Park)

I will provide directions and chalk, you just show up with lots of joy!

Rain plan- If it is raining at 3pm we will take it as our sign from the universe that next year will be the right time to try again.

Hope to see you all there!  Can’t wait to tell you about the next mission I’ve been cooking up. This one will be for the 21 and older crowd…hmmmm, drinking, bar hopping and Guerrilla Goodness-ing. Can’t wait!

Please, please spread the word. Twitter, Facebook, and blog to get the word out RVA!

There are times when you just have to trust the universe. I woke up to a terrible weather forecast. It seems even if we dodge the rain today, it is coming tonight either way which is sort of disastrous for our sidewalk chalk intentions for the kids tomorrow morning.

Strangely, while I am bummed, my heart has a peace about the whole thing. Because all roads lead to The Sound of Music, I just keep thinking, “when God closes a door, he always opens a window”…and so we have a decision now, an opportunity, if you will. We get to decide what comes next.

Do we:

a. Postpone until next Sunday when maybe the messages are meant for the second week of school?

b. Cancel all together because this event has the biggest punch for the first day,  wait till next year!

c. Cancel, but plan another Guerrilla Goodness mission very soon so we don’t lose the goodness juice that is flowing in a big way.

d. Your own brilliant idea that is at the tip of your tongue that you are now shouting at the screen.

Now that we are mulling around what to do, I want to tell you about what Guerrilla Goodness  has ALREADY happened as a result of opening this project up to the world.

Pam and her kids Guerrilled it up and their local paper sent some love their way.

Rachel and her peeps, who are homeschool friends are doing the project in two towns. Her site was listed in blogger’s Blogs of Note shortly after she linked to GG which sent both her and GG’s page hits through the roof! Yay for spreading the word!

My good and rockin’ blog friend Chris at Everyday Heartbeats  decided to gather her people and do Guerrilla Goodness: West Coast Style. It was a smashing success, her very own lovebomb to the world.

Besides these amazing women, my inbox has had a steady stream of folks telling me they decided to share their own Sidewalk Chalk love in their cities and towns. If you would like to share your pictures please feel free to upload them in the Guerrilla Goodness Flickr Pool.

I also had a chance to talk about GG on the local news which was wonderful, weird and exciting all at the same time.

So now it’s up to us, share your thoughts as to what we should do next in the comments.

Thank you for all your heart and excitement about GG and all that is to come.

While out eating a fine dinner of burgers and fries the other night, Josiah had a moment of kindness genius. I thought this idea was particularly stellar.

“Mom, you know those vending machines (gumball machine) over there? What if we put quarters in there and the candy was just there as a kindness for a kid to find?”

I couldn’t think of a better idea for a random act of kindness from one kid to another. How many times do we say no to that stuff? It was perfect. Off we were to get a roll of quarters. The kids knew it was going to be a good mission when the bank teller put lollipops in with our quarters. It seemed appropriate that the candy mission was starting with some.

“Look mom, these are the hands of kindness!” Josiah said. He was bursting with pride the entire day, deciding how we should execute each part of the plan.

We stuck quarters in some  and left them, others we taped a note to the bottom where the candy comes out.

We hit some malls, restaurants, other random spots…we got some candy for ourselves too.

Josiah must have said 5 times, “Isn’t this great mom?” It was, butthe kindness high felt a little secondary to the pride that was swelling in my heart.

Pure kid goodness, almost as sweet as the candy…

This is an easy one to do and sure to be a hit with your kids!

Don’t forget to bring your crew on September 7th at 3:00pm in front of the Carillon for the city-wide Guerrilla Goodness Sidewalk Love event. Can’t wait to go guerrilla with you…

There were problems from the beginning, I was a child bride by today’s standards. Twenty-one, itching to get the altar to begin my life. My ambition went about as far as the end of the kitchen counter where I was making dinner. We came from completely different families, cultures, backgrounds. Opting out of finishing college to be poor newlyweds didn’t go over well with cautious family members. We didn’t always know how to communicate well, we were so, so young.  Yet somehow I knew. 

I knew this was a serious love.

Skeptics thought we were naive and foolish, and we were about so much but not about this. We were far beyond our years in love…a love that has seen…

unexpected pregnancies

us grow up together

sickness and surgeries

mental illness

financial hardship

death

each of us navigate the discovery of dreams  

 the realization that great love was needed to cover big pain and hurt, bigger and deeper than we ever knew

and we did, and this love, this love has conquered it all…during the nights of tears, deep joy and pain, fear and truth, bliss and laughter. There were so many moments when I didn’t know what would happen or how we would figure it out but one thing I was sure of over and over again, in the deepest place of my heart was that if he held me, I was fine, the world was fine, I was me…

…we are love.

Come what may.

So now I am wiser and older, I feel my bones settle in the intuition of what my soul has always known, as he holds me tight.

 The kids and I loaded up our old Chevy Malibu and set out for a day of errands and kindness work. I honestly believe life is more fun in a junker car. (the only requirement being that the a/c still somewhat works) Cars like this remind me of my childhood days of pushing the old green VW Dasher and hilariously hopping in as we jump started that baby. My mom had a way of making it fun, go figure.

The kids love our hoopty and it seems perfect for the work we were doing. We had 10 things to do, Jack was keeping track as 10 seemed like a crazy amount to him, to me it felt like a Tuesday. Our plans were foiled quickly when I realized this was possibly the worst tantrum day in the history of my entire parenting career. Lucy was in a serious funk.

I stopped at a fast food joint to see if we could gather some strength from greasy food. Jack spilled a cup of juice down Josiah’s back. I did my Marge Simpson groan and proposed a do-over to the day. Everyone agreed and was back on board the kindness train of bliss.

Everyone except Lucy that is. She wailed and laid down in every, yes, EVERY single store we went in. My parenting was stellar for like the first 4 episodes and then I think she pretty much tapped me out. I went for the jugular. “Luce, we can not stop at Gina’s now, I’m sorry.”

“What?!! NO! NO! I’m SOooooo sorry, I’m just so sorry! The drama was just an accident! I’ll be a listening girl! Oh noooooo….” She then continued and tried to gag herself over the utter horror of missing out on the magic that is Gina’s house.

Josiah was deep into his Harry Potter book.  Lyra was sleeping. Jack was marking Gina’s house off his mental to do list of 10 things. I drove the hoopty, Lucy wailed. Yay for kindness and love….surprisingly, I was not thwarted. Jorge called and we decided to meet at Chipotle to re-group (yet again) and get some Jorge magic. The man who is the ever calming presence to all the members of our family and can pretty much talk you down from any tree.

“Babe, just another day in the life of a kindness worker, just think of the sacrifices Mother Theresa made.”  Diet coke shot through my nose at the sarcasm comparison of me and Mother T. I could not stop laughing while I arranged flower bouquets in the middle of lunch. He put everyone in their car seats and sent us on our way to do our ding-dong-ditchin’.

“I just don’t think we should do it, it isn’t very nice to run away.” Jack STILL not convinced this is kindness work in any way.

“But Jack, it’s ding-dong-ditchin’ to be NICE to someone, come on Jack, like kindness?” Josiah explains.

“I think you should try it Jackie-boy. It’s really fun!” I said.

He agreed and we pulled up to the house very slowly. He slowly got out and walked to the door, laid the flowers and card down, knocked and ran like the wind. His little cheeks were practically flapping.

“Go, go, go MOM! DRIVE!!!!” I pushed the pedal to the floor and the hoopty shook, like a bat out of hell. “That was awesome!” he said.

The next house proved to be even more exciting as the person just opened the door as we tore away burnin’ rubber.

“Woohoooo!” Lucy said. Redeemed from her ick.

Jack and Josiah  high fived. “I say cookies AND popsicles when we get home. We must celebrate!”

“Are you serious?” Josiah said.

“Yep!” I replied.

“Whoa. I love kindness work.” Jack said.

“Me too, me too…..” The car, the tantrums, the fast food, the speeding, the flowers…me too buddy.

I’m here. It’s true, there are times when you announce to the world who and where you are for whoever cares or is even listening. No, scratch that, you announce it for yourself. Then you stand around and look at everything around you and smile, maybe cry. Sometimes it feels liberating and thrilling, other times heavy and intense.

Today though, it feels like home and there are so many people every where I turn, in every room  in this soul house of mine. There are mothers in the kitchen with a warm meal and a kind word, fathers in the den handing me a twenty and a hug, there are sisters sitting on my bed helping me pick out the perfect dress, brothers filling my ipod with best mix ever, there are kids in the basement waiting to dance to music that is on way too loud…it is the best place, let me tell you. I may never leave.

So today, from this house of mine, hear me yell out the window: Here I am!…www.patiencesalgado.com

Thank you for caring about me, reading this blog, visiting my soul house, giving me the encouragement to claim all the parts of who I am…

When video games are magic:

Jack: Josiah, Josiah, Josiah!!! You can do it, I believe in you…with everything I have! You can do it!

The encouragement needed to bust to the next level…

My favorite kind of kindness is the act that comes totally unexpected. These are the ones that leave you speechless and undone in the best way. Things have been really hard for my family the last year, things I really wouldn’t share because it might hurt people I dearly love. I went from having sort of a charmed life to having layers peeled back that have required me to find a new way to be on so many levels. And really through it all, love and kindness have held firm, teaching me that I have always had everything I really need, come what may…

I will admit all of this struggle has left me soul weary for too long. Just last week, I was tearfully milling around the around the house secretly (or maybe not so secretly) wishing that we could run away together for a while, just get away to a quieter place. Jorge came home the next evening and said someone we know had offered us their beach house, free of charge, during a prime rental week. I was shocked, tiny and big wishes can happen I guess. This tremendous act of generosity came at just the right moment reminding me once again that we are being held. We are not alone.

The kids and I packed up and went ahead with Jorge meeting us for the last 2 days. The cottage was so perfect, bright with touches of joy everywhere you turned. Lots of little details made the home feel very loved. Every morning I opened the windows and looked out at the ocean, allowing the breeze blow over me, working her magic.  It was tricky to have 4 kids alone on a sandy beach, I am tired but somehow my heart feels rested even though my body does not.

We dug deep holes and buried each other, jumped the waves, watched too much horrible tv, spent hours making art, stayed up way late, ate sugar cereal, watched the sunset…and were away in the quiet, as quiet as 6 can be, together.

Sometimes what feels like an ocean of hardship requires an ocean of kindness or maybe lots of small acts to right a heart, to heal. I guess you never know what small or big act can do and what it will mean, but you can be sure it can change everything…

Thank you kind friends…

more pics here.

Josiah: You know, I think Lyra is getting curlies just like Jackie.

Me: I KNOW!!! Aren’t they cute?

Josiah: Yeah, she has something from everybody. She has my nose and papa’s skin, it’s so brown. She has Jackie’s curlies and I think Lucy’s eyes. What color are Lucy’s eyes again? brown, yep. Lucy’s eyes.

Me: She doesn’t have anything from me?! She doesn’t huh?

Josiah: She might have your kindness, we’ll just have to wait and see when she gets older.

*sigh*, Oh, be still my heart, I think she got kindness from him…

“Surely goodness and mercy shall follow thee, all the days, all the days of your life…”

She was so full of  peace…walking forward, never looking back. May love meet you there, love for the deepest and most tender places in yourself and for Rwanda…as you boldly step into and meet all the desires of your heart.

 May traveling mercies go before you…

What is sending you power these days? This green car, I could feel the charge. The electric slide is comin’ on friends. (insert a boogie- woogie! here) Oh, it’s on, it’s on like Donkey Kong!

Other places I find power these days:

My friend Kelly and her wisdom are packing a serious punch lately. Girl has got it going on.

Gina’s bread

Forgiveness

New kindness schemes- what if I offer one free photo portrait session (shhhh! i think i’m becoming a real photographer) a month, guerrilla goodness style….you anonymously nominate someone else, for any reason, I pick one a month, kindness photography is born. (this might be really fun because I will not be offering portraits, just birth photography) Hmmmm….maybe someday I can even travel.

Stories and new friendships

Guacamole and  chips

Finding new strength in being vulnerable and fragile

Tell me, what is charging you today?

I traveled down a love lane with a soulsister this week, hers, not mine. She gave the gift of reflection via photos to her man to celebrate 14 years together. We put a gaggle of kids in the car and drove to the places where it all began. I listened to stories of livin’ on love with just a hibachi grill and a cooler big enough for a 12 pack. No refrigerator, no air conditioning…just hot city summer nights with a table pulled out on the sidewalk.  Romantic dinners by candlelight and the neighborhood kids wandering in and out of the light to see what real love looks like. and maybe grab a piece of garlic bread. 

The tiny place where the view of the city goes on forever was where he asked her to be his partner forever, the secret garden where promises were made to care for each other no matter what, the bright yellow house where babies were made and  born in a tub of  water filled with joy and welcome, we sit at each place and take it all in. I turn to her, we laugh, the dreamy in overload.

“But what about the inbetween?” I ask.  What about working hard at a job you care about with little pay, what about postpartum hell, what about all the need of the little people around you, how did you find your way to each other then?

We exchanged stories of deeper love then, like the old cracked and tired houses we drove to. You find yourself in the same place you started. Staring at the simple truth before you- that no matter what happens,  love rests at the bottom. And you choose each other over and over again…forever.

I went home and sat next to Jorge feeling in the inbetween place. Wondering how he could choose me after being tired, pissy, annoyed, drained for the better part of the last year. And we sat quiet, I started typing our own love lane list since we are far from our beginning place. 

Things that are great about US

and we wrote and wrote and wrote, it flowed so easily. And I thought about Hobie beach in Miami, and the sunset that day, the place where it all began…and so it goes.

The one I am trying to do (and was  failing miserably at last week) :

I wake each morning with a new day inviting me to create,

to listen to myself and the world,

to speak and be heard,

to act in grace, kindness and love.

Amen.

keep on truckin’…right?

My photography allowed me to be barefoot in the greenest grass that is the pure nature bliss of Vermont last week. Some dear friends hired me to photograph a birthday celebration. The farm was beautiful, the food was insane, the nature spectacular but nothing could even hold a candle to the true magic there….it was George and his values.

Everywhere I turned there were little notes, manifestos, in plain handwriting signed by G. I was struck by this and read each one feeling like it was a little window inside his head and heart. I looked around and realized one man (with a LOT of help I’m sure) had created something so beautiful because he did not waver from what he knew to be true about himself, about what called to him, about what he had to offer the world.

I ate his flatbread, I slept in his inn (in a room named Kindness), I talked to his staff and friends, and I soaked in all of his values…and I was blessed and renewed. It reminded me that I too can hold to what is most important to me. There is no rush and each time I follow what I know to be true, I can create something beautiful. I wake each morning with a new day inviting me to create, to listen to myself and the world, to speak and be heard, to act in grace, kindness and love.

I came home and thought of all the places and tiny ways we fall away from living the life and way we want. And I asked, What Would George Do? He would probably write a little note telling himself and the world what is most important to him. So I’m writing mine now…signed by P. You can write one too. Let’s trade tomorrow, shall we?