I have this friend who is known for their kindness and generosity. We're not super close but always friendly.
So recently I hit this friend up with a place to stay while I was traveling, and was all but floored
--no, pretty sure I was completely floored, like writhing on the ground with shock--
when they opened up their home so readily and graciously, esp since we'd only hung out in groups while we lived in Oly. And during this conversation discussing arrival times, things to do, and other travel-y things, they asked how I was. And it was the sincere kind of asking, not the 'I don't want this to just be some awkward travel-y update'. I'd forgotten that that's their signature.
--no, pretty sure I was completely floored, like writhing on the ground with shock--
when they opened up their home so readily and graciously, esp since we'd only hung out in groups while we lived in Oly. And during this conversation discussing arrival times, things to do, and other travel-y things, they asked how I was. And it was the sincere kind of asking, not the 'I don't want this to just be some awkward travel-y update'. I'd forgotten that that's their signature.
And this little bubble grew in my chest, and I'm calling it a kindness crush. It's the kind of crush where I'm just so in awe at how giving and open they are with what they have.
I'm going to hold onto this pinkish-purple kindness crush bubble and keep it close to my Heart as I ready myself to travel back into the gloomy fog of the PNW.
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