There’s a cafe near my house with the best spicy chai. I go in the mornings and nurse a large chai for a couple of hours while I handle the busy-work of emails. And they know me. Yesterday, when I walked in and they said ‘your usual?’ I cried. Aren’t we all just craving to be seen and known and cared for? I know I am. My heart aches for it. Feeling how such a simple act of care could touch me so deeply, I find myself looking for ways to offer that to others as well. I notice I often hold back acts of love for fear they aren’t what the other person wants, or that they will be misunderstood. And also because it seems kind of dorky to just love so much. It is a profound act of generosity to get over oneself and just love.

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