And just like that, I long to write here again. Like the waxing and waning of the moon, my inspiration dips and peaks on a cyclical basis. I actually recorded myself saying that exact sentence on my phone as I walked home from dinner, for fear that the urge would once again slip out of my hands and crawl back into hibernation. But I’m here! I am sat at my desk for the first time in months and even if no one reads this, it’s totally OK. I am connecting with myself today, checking in and making sure I can still type. I have been so busy scattering my thoughts into cosy little notebooks these past moons, that I’ve barely even acknowledged this space. It’s actually quite cosy here too. I am now committing to the promise to visit here more often, even if it’s just to say hi and to share something random.
Tonight I went to this Buddhist Vegetarian restaurant just around the corner from my apartment that I discovered last week. I can’t believe it has been on my doorstep this whole time and I’ve never ever been. It made me suddenly think…what else have I not noticed before? What gems are lurking in the neighbourhood, just waiting to be explored? Anyway, as I entered the restaurant, the young man working there stopped in his tracks and sent me the friendliest smile you could ever hope to be welcomed with. This is only my third time to go there, and yet he so was so happy to see me. This made me feel so lucky to have found such a homely place to dine at. It felt a bit like coming home after a long day at school and being greeted by your family. Someone who is genuinely happy to see you. And all of this despite the fact that I am still a total stranger to him. This felt quite significant for me. In a big city, far from home, there is nothing better than being made to feel comfortable somewhere. This restaurant does just that. I like the fact that each time I’ve been I’ve seen exactly the same diners every time. The monk with the navy blue robe, the old woman with the purple tie-dye waistcoat and of course the young man with the friendliest smile in the world.
This put me in such a good mood, I decided to stop at the flower man’s cart on the way home and buy my neighbour a bouquet of flowers. As I got home, I left them outside her door balanced inside one of her shoes. And thus I declare March the month of random acts of kindness.
Maybe it’s that Spring is coming, maybe it’s the yoga challenge I’ve been jumping out of bed to do at 6am every morning, or maybe it’s just that being kind and smiling at strangers are some of the best things you can do for yourself and the world. Whatever the reason, long may the inspiration flow and long may your days be filled with moments of magic!