Things are pretty quiet ’round these parts. I spend most of the talking through my fingers as opposed to using my voice. I’m a little boggled by the speed at which time is passing, my fall class starts two weeks from yesterday and my first thesis deadline is a week after that.
Yesterday I was walking home from a particularly peaceful meditation practice when a man sitting on the sidewalk made eye contact with me. He looked sort of dirty and was shaking a paper cup at passersby. When he caught me gaze, he raised his cup towards me hopefully. I smiled first and then said, “I’m really sorry, but I can’t.” His face broke out into a huge grin and he sort of ducked his head as if he was a little embarrassed and said, “Oh, it’s okay. You have a good night.” There was something so loving and genuine about the interaction that it kept me grinning for hours after.
I don’t know why so much of what I write tends to be about positive interactions with strangers, particularly ones who I encounter when they ask me for money, but there is something about choosing to be kind when it isn’t always the most obvious action, that really resonates with me.