And today I read that the Dalai Lama has said that his true religion is kindness.
Kindness seems to me to be the easiest of all the giving arts...a smile and a nod of our head to a stranger qualifies as an act of kindness. Faith, hope and charity get the best p.r., no doubt rightly (I mean, who am I to contradict St. Paul!) but they require some serious inside adjustments.
Which leads me to question my own self...why don't I do kindness like the Dalai Lama, as my true religion? Given the opportunity to choose kindness or...not even meanness but obliviousness I guess is the best word...obliviousness, then, why do I more often than not choose the latter?
Actually, I do often choose the kindness of a smile and a howdy today when I'm out walking Ruckus, but that's almost a hundred percent due to him...Ruckus has never met a stranger and strangers love him.
Pondering it, I can start thinking of kindness as my daily religion...and it'll start with my thoughts. Uh-oh. There's where it ain't so easy. Maybe that's a bar too high. I know, I can start by following Ruckus's lead...he doesn't think about it, he just wags his tail and grins at everybody.
I'll not wag, I'll just smile...that's close enough to perfect to start.
Thank you.
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