Dear kindness, I keep showing up here, while the world is always overly busy. I’m finally learning,- learning to slow down, catch a glimpse of the breeze I’ve been chasing. Air so crisp and light. I exhale my many roles, of many hats, bag-lady-queen,
sip kindly my blueberry tea-percolating.
Inwardly the steps I’ve been making,
air-tight cultivating, reservoirs of faith
in times like these, our gatherings were not in vain
Dear Kindness, it was not so long ago, I was sitting in choir practice. Okay 29 years ago but not so long ago. I was singing my lungs out to “When you believe by Mariah Carey and great-late, Whitney Houston.”
Seems like yesterday… that’s when the memories, all flooded back.
After practice my teacher Mrs. Ford said Krissy I’m driving you home. I didn’t think anything of it because some teachers have been known to go above and beyond the call of duty.
There I was hopping out the car saying thank you to Mrs Ford. When she said not so fast is that you mom’s car in the drive way? I’ll think I’ll have a little talk with mom. “Okay” I said quickly. By then Mom was opening the door in her security guard uniform.
Mrs. Ross, will you allow me to give this to you? Before Mama could answer she put a wad of bills into my mother’s hand, “that’s to get your car fixed.” My brother, sister and I began hugging my choir teacher. Saying thank you but that wasn’t the end. She’d taken us all out to eat at the best shop in town.
Back then they called those sandwiches poor’boys’ long fluffy bread rolls up into whatever topping you wanted . The smell of mesquite wood, fire, and honey baked cinnamon sticks for dessert.
Mrs. Ford’s deeds were kind, in so much I’ve never forgotten this act of kindness. I’m doing my part to pay it forward.
They are tiny miracles, wherever you are thank you Mrs. Ford.
I think as writers we are more prepared to stay put and write. I believe it was always in my nature to have projects, I could give my heart to. Here are a few things in the making … (photo of my Kombucha)
My First Batch Of Herbal Mint & Strawberry Kombucha 10 days and counting…
Starting my first indoor garden -my poor plant- babies, I’ve killed plenty/ No green thumb here but I’m not giving up
Painting the kids room with slate paint- mostly the kids are enjoying painting
Lights off Story Hour – Listening to the kids read or watching their imaginary minds go wild and crazy
Spring Cleaning including the old Attic
Picture Time – Going through old photos with the family
Mini Concert time – Pulling out the Karakoe machine-which was 2019/Christmas gift I’d hidden but now it truly serves a purpose
Learning Pottery – my kids love clay, dirt all the above
Building A Rocket Stove in the backyard
Exercise with the Kids
Me time (reading in the bathroom)
feel free to share how you are coping with our current conditions
I am Eva -former refugee, doctor and a writer. My parents were Holocaust survivors, I escaped communism. I wrote a novel, mixing family stories and fiction. A novel about Holocaust, communism, racism and emigration. What makes people leave, and what happens to the ones who do, and to the ones who stay. I believe these old stories are more important now than ever before.