When I roll "kind" around in my mouth if feels warm and friendly. Kind sounds kind. The "k" starts out by grabbing immediate attention and then ends with an inviting tone. I need more warmth and more connection and this word gives it to me...
If I stop and examine my relationship with kindness, I note that I am not very kind to my self. Yet I hear an undertone in the dialogues with my children that speak to living and being full of kindness for others. So, why don't I apply this same standard to myself?
So, here I am writing about a place I imagine that allows me to be kind. To stop midst a busy life. To sit in a nesting place of kindness. A virtual stop on the roadway of life, if you will. I welcome you on your own personal journey into locating your personal kind ~ nest.
