Wednesday, February 25, 2004

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........................ one way of communicating for me is dropping little postcards or other small bits of paper for people to find later.

Another is doing some little letter to all the residents in a hostel.
Telling them I exist.
Introducing myself to new people.
Dropping a little message of love.
Sprinkling stardust.

One young woman said, out of the blue and in public, "I cried when I read that"
Someone said to me today how, when they were away in detox, the note I sent was the only message received.
"I will never forget that ..........." was said and felt.

The man with the BMW
Every time I walk to the train I walk past a BMW and a man on his knees cleaning it. It already is clean as a .......... I would eat my dinner off it without hesitation.
As I walked on I thought of some alternatives for that man.
-An old man or lady around the corner who has a dirty car or garden.
-A few house visits to the special needs homes locally.
I rub my eye...............
-A volunteer hour or so driving the ymca minibus for the many children.
Ichy eye .....................
-Relating to humans more than car wax.
I must get this plank out of my eye as it is distracting me from all this clicking about someone else's life..............................

Maybe I will try to say something as I pass the man on his knees and see if a daily hello will lead to me knowing the person ...... real time.
Maybe 'I ' ....... spend too much on one thing and neglect others.
Maybe me doing things 100% could be dropped and do more at 75%.

I am feeling incomplete but I am working at it .........................

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