I meditate, clearing my mind of any deep lingering thoughts that lay buried inside. I am always thinking, some may even say a little too much. When I look around me, in this world, my Mother Earth, the scale of problems seems grander every day. I look for some small act of kindness, some goodness… to confirm my beliefs. Because of its size, the remedy will have to be grander, but I need that confirmation of the good and the beauty that is as gentle as a rose petal — as slight as my eyes, as forgiving as a whisper, as kindhearted as the hands of my love.

I consider myself fortunate to be in the crosshairs of many heartwarming deeds. Niceties, if you will. I remember wanting to thank the person, but my bearer of a "Random Act of Kindness" was nowhere to be found, long before I found out that my debt had been paid. I owed nothing. Anonymous, but hard to forget, especially the first time it happens.. How many other people commit this generous act? Have you ever recieve a random act, out of the blue, for no reason other than being you?

Always and #alwaysaflower, for me, for you. There must be a flower to color my world. And just like that, this post is over. Come back tomorrow and we will do it again. All photos and words are my own unless otherwise noted.

Scientific evidence shows us the positive effects of doing kind acts for others as well as receiving or even witnessing kindness. Even the smallest act of kindness can change a life. Random Acts of Kindness

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?

i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.

later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered,
"where does it hurt?"
it answered,

"everywhere"
"everywhere"
"everywhere"

warsan shire