There are times when I find myself speechless. “How come you are so kind? So patient?” No idea. I know this much: It is not so much about kindness. Or patience. Or perhaps, it is about both, and more. Patience and kindness are mere side effects–one may even says natural consequences–of what actually Is.
I find myself choosing to remain quiet.
“Come in. Come in. It is so nice to see you, as always,” I said as I opened the door for you. A delightful unexpected guest in the middle of the day. In the middle of the week as well.
We walked to the patio facing the back garden. Well, I said, back garden, but it was really a lush valley at the back of a place I call home. Talk about an understatement of the year. Lucky me.
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