Fighting the unkind
It is so very hard not to imitate. So very hard not to resort to the easy path of retaliation. I’m guilty of this. I’m guilty of not being patient, not being kind. Maybe it is because we all have spiteful, hateful words inside us. Some of us choose to use our other vocabulary instead most of the time but occasionally our guard slips and out pours our own anger and scorn. I apologise to those who look to me for constant kindness. This week I have failed. I have watched loved ones laid to rest. I have comforted broken, devastated family. I have faced my own mortality. I have expended energy in worry over those crucial people who are the very heart of my life. I have liberally, purposefully poured kindness from me into the souls and hearts of those who needed it during this horrendous time. But this means that, when it comes to smaller, less significant dealings, I do not have a bottomless well of kindness. I have enough to drop a few instigating stirrings of loveliness into