Kindness

I kept writing stuff and throwing it away this week. Nothing landed inside me. So, here it is 10:30 on Wednesday night and the only word that keeps resonating as we roll into this most uncertain and unpredictable of summers is the word kindness – kindness to ourselves in terms of self care, rest and replenishment – kindness to others irrespective of their background. Kindness doesn’t mean being weak or passive. Kindness helps us to look up and see someone else’s eyes, feel their kindred heartbeat. It reminds us to breathe, to be thoughtful in responding versus too quickly reacting from some adrenaline enhanced internal trigger.

Last week in one of our morning guided practice circles, I read the poem below. Naomi’s words echo powerfully inside me.

May we give extra care and kindness to ourselves, and may we look up and do the same to others this week.

Peace,
Sandy

Kindness
Naomi Shihab Nye (1952)

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 a 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 sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to gaze at bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say

It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.

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