Lately I find myself frustrated and saddened by the angry and mean spirit in my country. It bothers me that hatred seems to be so easy to access. Love, compassion, empathy, kindness are too easily set aside.
Each day, each situation, each encounter with stranger or friend, I recognize it is likely that the impact I have on any given situation, may never be fully known, realized or understood. Kindness is our redeemer. Spirit of all that is, this I ask.
Let me be kind. Let my actions be understood as coming from a compassionate heart. Let me be the one who changes the tone of someone’s day for the better. As day fades into evening, may kindness be the balm that soothes the impatient, the insistent, edginess that dark uncertainty brings. Let my actions be the needed shift in someone’s spirit. Let my spirit carry another more weary than I. May it be so.