some of us even come from homes with sunny kitchens.
it's tuesday; maybe all our lives have amounted to small miracles.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day
to mail letters and purchase bread
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it's you I've been looking for,
like a shadow or a friend.
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-- naomi shihab nye, kindness, (excerpt).
photography by debbie carlos.
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dear everybody:
when they begin to measure life by openness, the capacity for generosity,
you are our best gauge. thank you ♥
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