December 2010
5 posts
I’m at the bank. The woman at the window next to me presses a piece of paper against the bulletproof partition and makes the international gesture for writing. She’s asking for a pen to communicate. She wants to make a deposit. Now there’s two tellers. The first one is getting exasperated and the second teller is talking slow and loud like she is talking to a child. I finish my...
If you can think of times in your life that you have treated people with extraordinary decency and love, and pure uninterested concern, just because they were valuable as human beings. The ability to do that with ourselves. To treat ourselves the way we would treat a really, good, precious friend. Or a tiny child of ours that we absolutely love more than life itself. I think it’s probably...
