It was January 2nd. I was not in a particularly good mood. So I went for a walk. Somewhere on that walk, I looked down and saw this:
Instagram is my memory keeper. I only remember how this whole hearts-thing started because I posted that photo to Instagram and captioned it just so.
I didn't think I had the chops to devote 365 days to heart-finding, but somewhere in the midst of documenting a heart a day, every day (well, almost every day) something clicked.
And the more it clicked, the more I clicked.
And the more I clicked, the more it clicked. By it I mean the Universe.
You see, this is the conversation I chose to have with the Universe.
I didn't request hearts because I needed to see them, I requested hearts because I've been finding hearts for years in the most peculiar places, at the most peculiar times. So my request to see hearts every day was really more like me finally agreeing to have the conversation that the Universe has been trying to have with me for a very, very long time.
Stop here for a second and consider: what funny little things do you always see at the most peculiar times? That's your conversation. That's your language with the Universe. Have that conversation. Allow that conversation. Give that conversation the time and space to happen. Devote yourself.
I'm so happy that I placed my attention on this conversation. This year was a good year, but it was also a year of letting go and restoring energy. It was a year of opening and closing doors. It was year of big changes. I scaled back work to create space for family matters. My oldest son left for college. My youngest son compensated by signing up for three separate sport teams in the Fall. And my husband decided to have both knees replaced. In the midst of that chaos, there was this:
The more hearts I found, the more supported I felt by the force of nature that flows through all things: LOVE.
There were days that I saw nothing, nada, zip, zilch. And on those days? On those days, hearts usually arrived from friends texting me the hearts that they found with sweet notes about how they were thinking about me. So you see? Those signs became my signs, too, along with a reminder that connection matters.
For the past few weeks I've been poking and prodding this practice, wondering if I should continue with hearts or expand the conversation into something else. Change is always good.
So on Christmas morning, the thought to practice random acts of kindness popped into my head and about three minutes later, I opened my Christmas gift from my family.
An original Scott Jeffries work of art. With a special inscription on the back that I'm holding tight inside my heart. This rendered me speechless and brought forth a river of tears. Aside from this being the most thoughtful, beautiful gift ever, it was an affirmation and an exclamation to move into 2018 with a focus on random acts of kindness.
That scares the bejeezus out of me. So, it must be right.
I think I'm just going to sit with it the same way I sat with 365 hearts and just took one day at a time. Looking. Finding. Asking. Giving. Receiving. Loving.
The only way to practice, is to practice.
Would you like to join me?
Imagine the good we could do together with #365_RAOK.