THE ART OF TRUE GIVING by Carolyn Glackin May it be that the majority of your actions are carried out with the intention of giving rather than receiving, and fear not that you will lose yourself in the process; because when it comes to the art of true giving, the heart grows exponentially, thus there can never be less of yourself, but always more. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 3/18/2019.
Art credit: "Loving Kindness," by Helena Nelson-Reed.
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I still remember the day he sat with me... narrating the story from his childhood. How he used to be the favorite cute kid of his extended family. I couldn't help but sit there smiling, looking at him. Not because of the story, which in itself was amusing... But mostly because it doesn't happen often, that he speaks. Most of the time, I'm the one who speaks and he listens. I still am enraptured by the sight of those beautiful eyes lighting up like a thousand stars. The excitement in his voice... still fresh in my ears. As if he was swinging on the tides of time, squealing in thrill and joy. The way he flapped his hands in the air... and how he tilted his head back as he burst into laughter. I remember him gaining his composure before beginning to narrate another tale about his co-workers. The events of the party last Saturday night. How he cleaned his room and washed his clothes. How he had the best sleep he had in months, after stuffing his tummy with his favorite dish. My eyes just followed him... His lips... His eyes... everything moving in rhythm... perfect sync. As if his soul and body were having a waltz. The tone of his voice... The rise and fall of his pitch... How he changed expressions while speaking. In that moment, I wasn't even in my body. I was in another world... In another time... I was floating. I noticed myself... I was laughing with him. I was swaying in his energy. That day I realised... Why he'd always let me speak. Why he'd listen to the same stories I kept repeating again and again... without ever interrupting to tell me... that he has heard that before. Listening to someone you love.... talk about something they love, they're passionate about... Is a feeling of heaven on Earth... The river that flows through them... joins the stream that your heart pours. And in that moment, it's a beautiful confluence of emotions and experiences, of two souls united in love.