Saturday, February 5, 2011

Love And Kindness...

Hearts for valentines...

The weather has been grey and a tad gloomy, but inside I'm humming and feeling cheery...  It will soon be Valentines day - possibly my most favorite of all holidays, that makes the most sense, and makes my heart sing... How about you? Does Valentines Day make you smile, or sing, or hum?

When I was younger "love" had to look a certain way, but as I get older, I see the value of "Love" in all its guises.

Love is worthy of celebrating,  I will be writing and sharing over the next few days... I hope you'll join me.

Love,
Neinah


KINDNESS
By Naomi Shihab Nye

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in the white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes any sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and
purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking or,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.

~o~o~o~


2 comments:

Angie said...

Neinah, so true. As I have gotten older I have come value all kinds of love. I remember in my 20s, love was all about finding that special someone. Now in my 30s, I have not found that special someone but I have come to cherish all other kinds of love, like that of mother and daughter, of friends, of co-workers, or pets. Love is a wonderful thing to celebrate!

The Quintessential Magpie said...

so true, n. love is to be enjoyed every morning. enjoyed this post.

sorry for the wonkiness of my response. my computer is fritzing. more on my blog. will be gone for some time, but i'll come see you when i return.

h-ppy v- d-y. can you tell what is wonky.

XO,

S.