Just a simple question today: Is there anything more beautiful than an act of true kindness?
I was surprised by such a moment today and it moved me as much as any rolling vista or glowing Vermeer.
To give for the act of giving without expecting anything in return, whether the gesture be big or small, is quite…pure. Something akin to Love or Hope, those most ephemeral of emotions, finding form in a manner that always brings light to the dark.
Your thoughts?
I think most people, somewhere in their hearts are kind; but we are just too busy to take the time to go out of our way to help others. And often, in my experience, the kindest people are little children, people who've suffered greatly, and those who have little. And no…there is little than can compare with the beauty of kindness.
Truer than true, Meredith.
Yes, Edgar–that is why I liked Judith's use of the word "service" above. Do you know of her blog? I think that you would appreciate her POV.
Thank you, friend. I used to know that quote better than I do now in my daily life. A very, very important reminder.
As for Father's Day, it is a sad day still for me, having lost mine not too long ago and too soon. But thank you for the well wishes and for all that YOU do because you are the bomb!! (PS. to NSA agents–I just meant that she is fabulous! Nothing more!!!)
Bisous,
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That is beautiful, Janey. I have a feeling that their Mom is pas mal non plus… 🙂
Neither of us have, Clare! I was waiting to respond to check with Remi–and wow has he been all over–so you will have one up on him! 🙂 Travel safely, ma belle–and your response is so you, Clare. So indicative of who you are.
And as others have mentioned, probably the most international one. I don't say often enough how much I appreciate your stopping by, Mr. Laoch!
Eeee! By now the shop is closed and I have to know how you are feeling…?!
I know first hand what a phenomenal giver you are–and so does Remi!!! We certainly appreciate all that you do and who you are, chere Contessa…