Kindness breeds kindness, don’t you think, Edward? Well, at least most of the time. And sometimes we just have to cut our losses and walk away. Thank you for reading and for leaving your comment. It is much appreciated:)
Francesca, I keep coming back to that image—planting empathy in our back garden. It blooms so gently, so vividly. I felt myself breathing with it. The way you speak of waving to the neighbors, riding the honest horse, tilting toward kindness—it reads like soul-compost for the everyday. Rooted, light-touched, real. And that final glow—the slow steady glow of resolute kindness—I held that like a warm stone. That’s the kind of light I believe in. Thank you for offering it with such grace and clarity. Your garden reached mine today.
[We will smile and wave at our neighbours,
Even if (as yet) they have never acknowledged us,
Even if (as yet) they do not strike us as our type.]
Beautiful reminder that kindness doesn't require reciprocity.
Kindness breeds kindness, don’t you think, Edward? Well, at least most of the time. And sometimes we just have to cut our losses and walk away. Thank you for reading and for leaving your comment. It is much appreciated:)
This is perfect for today. I am off to ride my steady horse ❤️
Enjoy the ride. And pat him.
So beautiful and true, Cesca. Not only do you write the happy and hilarious poems that always make me smile but this. You touch my heart.❤️
Absolutely beautiful. Thank you.
Thanks, Cathy🙏🙏❤️❤️
Lovely, honest, poetic words - thanks
Thanks Giulietta. I wanted to write it yesterday but it wouldn’t come. And this morning it arrived almost all in one go.
Just perfect. Thank you, Cesca.❤️
Thank you, Trudi.
Francesca, I keep coming back to that image—planting empathy in our back garden. It blooms so gently, so vividly. I felt myself breathing with it. The way you speak of waving to the neighbors, riding the honest horse, tilting toward kindness—it reads like soul-compost for the everyday. Rooted, light-touched, real. And that final glow—the slow steady glow of resolute kindness—I held that like a warm stone. That’s the kind of light I believe in. Thank you for offering it with such grace and clarity. Your garden reached mine today.
Thank you.