This week was filled with all kinds of unexpected kindnesses.  Reminded me that there are wonderful people, thoughtful people, still left in the world.

• The week opened with a bus driver who waited for me at the bus stop.  She saw me hurrying across the street with my metro pass-card in hand.  Although they’re not supposed to stop if no-one is getting off or waiting at the bus-stop, she waited for me and I was truly grateful!
• Another day when I needed to refill my pass-card I had to take a cab to the train station.  I was short $1.00 on the fare but the taxi-driver said that it was okay.   Whew!!!!
• My co-worker sent me cake through inter-office mail.  Just to say “hi”, “thanks for putting up with us”, “thanks for all you do”.  It was a wonderful, super tasty surprise.
• T allowing me to get some paperwork for my job notarized without having to pay for it.   Said that was her contribution to the agency for the holidays!   I appreciated her graciousness
• Two Rav pals sending me lovely messages this week.  One sending by pm a “hope you’re doing well, thinking about you” message and another sending me a surprise handwritten letter that I’ve been carrying around since I got it.  It was heart-warming to receive a hand-written letter; it being from her makes it all the more special.

no act of kindness, no matter how small, is never wasted ~ Aesop

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Hope you each had  a wonderful week and cheers for the upcoming one!  Can y’all believe that we have 6 more weeks to go before we say hi to 2014?  Surreal!!!!

This week was filled with a set of incidents which highlighted that change, while swift in some cases, slow and arduous in others, happen whether we want it to or not.  That’s just life.  We can either be passive or participatory.  Either way, change is going to happen.  So why not embrace it?  No matter how scary.  This week:

The passing from life to death.  Generation to generation.  Inevitable change.  I became the owner of these vintage crochet magazines this week.  A co-worker was helping her friend clean her mother’s house after the lady’s passing.  The mother was a prolific crafter, the daughter is not.  The daughter was about to toss the magazines in the trash, but my co-worker thought that I’d appreciate the goodies for the nostalgia, the inspiration and be respectful of the fact that the deceased shared the same love of craft that I do.  Her saying that to me moved me to tears — especially since she hates the fact that I crochet and knit.  Knowing what I know and hearing her say what she said made the receipt of these items more precious.

Every portion of one’s life journey does not always include others.  Sometimes we have to make our life changes alone.

Seasonal change.  We’ve moved from summer to Fall.  Mangoes to pomegranates.

“I realise there’s something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they’re experts at letting things go.”
― Jeffrey McDaniel

This tree outside my window is becoming “honest”.  In the past few weeks, it’s moved from vivid green to vibrant yellow mixed with muddy browns.  In a few more weeks, it’s “honesty” would be even more evident when all its leaves have been “let go”.  Oh to be a tree and shed the “unhealthy”, the “unwanted”, the “unkind” so easily.

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Another passing from life to death.  My boss’ aunt (who raised her like a mother) transitioned a week ago.  Though I’m sure she would be missed, the obituary spoke of the best type of legacy.  Ms. B embodied taking care of herself, then others.  Based on what was said, she lived life to the fullest, finding enjoyment in the simple things, and powering through adversity because according to all accounts, in her mind — she was worth the effort.  Although she’s journeyed from this life to the next, the essence of her life still remains as a wonderful example of how to live — to those who loved her and for those of us privileged to be a part of her farewell. Very powerful testimony.  Beautiful legacy!

Hope you each had a wonderful week and cheers for a great upcoming one.