I used to value intellect over emotion. I was wrong. When we are kind, we bring our wisest self to bear. This takes every ounce of intellect I have. To give of my heart is kindness.
The kindness I show my self manifests as patience. There is much I don't yet know. Many things I do not understand. I focus on being teachable. And on being willing to be vulnerable in extending kindness and care to others. I searched my electronic version of the Big Book for both kindness and wisdom this morning. My favourite passage I found is this:
Small miracles keep offering new opportunities just when I need change and growth. New friends have shown me hidden truths in those sayings that I once found so shallow. The lessons of tolerance and acceptance have taught me to look beyond exterior appearances [mine and theirs] to find the help and wisdom so often lurking beneath the surface. All my sobriety and growth, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually, are dependent upon my willingness to listen, understand and change. [Big Book, p.542]I made latkes for the third night of Hanukkah last night as a surprise for my friend B who is Jewish. He was so touched and pleased; his reaction made me feel great. Never mind that they stuck the pan and we had to do some triage. They were delicious and his enthusiasm for my effort was contagiously uplifting. It made me feel good.
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