I am wondering how oblivious to others I am.
How blind to kindness.
How much of a foreigner to gratitude.
Have I become so self-focused that I see with tunnel vision the world and people around me?
Illustration:
For my father's birthday, I went to visit him and my family on Sunday.
We all talked about what was going on in our lives, talked of interesting things we'd heard about and speculated about how those things would impact our worlds.
It was very pretty out and my mother, the dog and I took a several mile walk. When we got back my father and brother had washed my car.
They didn't do it for a reason (other than it desperately needed it). There was no real need. Nothing had been mentioned. They did it for me. Expected nothing in return. There was nothing to gain on their end. They just love me and with zero prompting, decided to wash my car ...for me.
The feeling that comes with being selflessly loved swells in my chest. There is an almost expanding quality about it. The opposite of empty; fullness, completeness.
"For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known."
Love that expresses itself in action. Love that honestly expects nothing in return. Love is selfless. Love that looks for ways to express itself. ...I want to want to live in this love. To bathe in it. To live it. But need help (You are love and I am not. Please shape my eyes to see and my hands to do and be in my heart to love). "If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or clanging cymbal."
