Some time ago I signed up to receive a weekly newsletter/video from Karma Tube. I receive inspiring videos of people, projects and communities that affirm for me the power of kindness to kindle hearts around the world.
A few weeks ago I saw the video of Daniel Beaty. It isn't about kindness. It is about courage, self discovery, and healing. It is powerful. The kind of power that must be shared and experienced because it will open your mind and heart.
So although it may not be about kindness, but the kindness is in the sharing......
kindle [kin-dl] - to light up, illuminate or make bright
As the moon kindles the night As the wind kindles the fire As the rain fills every ocean And the Sun the Earth So your heart will kindle my heart
Take my heart Take my heart Kindle it with your heart And my heart cannot be Kindled without you With your heart kindle my heart
These are the lyrics to Kindle My Heart, the theme song from the movie The Little Princess. Simple. Beautiful. I happened to catch the last few moments on tv this evening. I remember being enchanted by the movie many years ago when my children were little, but I had completely forgotten about the song.
Isn't it true that my heart can brighten your heart, and without your light, my heart suffers. Every act of kindness kindles the heart as surely as the moon kindles the night and the rain fills the ocean. We need each other to reflect the light that kindness illuminates.
Two mornings ago I was having one of those days, and it was only 8:30 in the morning! After dropping our son off at school I stopped at Starbucks for a much needed double long espresso. Apparently, half the community needed one because the line up was loooooong. When I finally made it inside the doors, I couldn't help but over hear the Barrista (hopefully that if a unisex title) chatting to each customer as is they were the last person on earth. He was funny, engaging, charming and everyone in line left with a smile - and it wasn't because they finally had a coffee.
When I was two people away from being served I realized my dakbands were in the car, and I wasn't wearing any (shame on me). I wrestled with what to do. I'd been in line a long time and the line behind stretched out the door once again, I'd have to start all over....I went to the car. And when it was finally my turn, I gave him the whole darn pack.
It never ceases to amaze me how someone simply choosing to be engaging, other centered, polite and kind can make my day!!
