Kindness is invincible.
—Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, 11.18.ix
And though I barely know her,
she met me on the street to give me
a small bottle of perfume. Scent of rose,
amber, white musk, scent of friendship
just beginning, scent of how we might choose
to meet each other—with the wisdom
of blossoms, opening. Already
I’m dreaming of ways to continue
her mischievous generosity,
imagining how each act will carry
a hint of citrus, rose, precious wood.
Oh, how I love this. The poem and the interaction that sparked it.
I’m remembering my own first meetings of you; so I rejoice and giddily clap my hands, for I suspicion what awaits this woman, yet she’s perhaps unaware, still in the initial days/years of yet-to-be-revealed wonders and marvels. And it sounds like you’re in your own such initial days with her.
“…O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?”
-William Butler Yeats
sweet you … dance on, amigo mio!
Nice!
so many people who inspire us to be our best selves … what a world this is!