Small and saving graces

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Sometimes we look for earth-shattering, far-reaching, stunning and tremendous ways to change the world. Friends are reaching out to Rwandan refugees, but I do not. Friends are running races to raise awareness for the plight of women in the Congo. But I do not. While I admire them and their ways of reaching out and spreading their love and caring and kindness into the world, this is not my way. At least not today. At least not this moment. At least not during this season of my life.

For me, today, I write my small words and I raise my small kids, and I do many small things that I write about here. Things that no one (besides you, dear readers) will ever know that I do.

To take an example, here is one small thing that I am about to do: It is a small daily task that I am convinced is one of the easiest ways to infuse more love and joy and happiness into the world, and that is to reach for the leashes that hang on the nail by the wall. My Jack Russell gets so excited that she springs 4 feet in the air to give me kisses. Then she hangs from the collar of my Labrador like a warm, fuzzy pendant. So happy is she to be out in the world with me.

For now, this will have to be enough. And it is.

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