Blessed Be AlwaysThere are a lot of groups about kindness. I've written something on it a while back... and well, the magic of a kind human being could always make one's heart explode with utter joy and gratitude.
We had a blizzard yesterday, a whole day of snow storm that brought about 6-10 inches of snow. The blizzard itself isn't as horrible... in fact, it looked really pretty... hazy snowy wind... except when you are walking outside and you can hardly see anything... wondering where your vehicle is in the parking lot because everywhere is simply blown snow drifts... let alone drive even!
I missed yoga this morning because I couldn't get out of my garage. The snow piled more in my driveway for some preternatural reason by the Universe... and right in the middle, a hill of snow sat across the width of my driveway, like a monolithic road bump. The snow drift was way, way higher than my tires. It was even a struggle to get out my front door.
*Reminded faerie of the Canadian Tire commercial for Mary P* (follow the link for fun!)
Faerie needed to shovel... ... with a hockey stick? x p
So while I was trying to think of ways not to have sore muscles after I shovel... stretching myself here and there, getting ready... I heard a snow blower loud enough to hear from inside my house *ding*... and I looked out the window.
Lo and behold! A very tall man dressed in his snow gear was walking up and down my driveway with his snowblower clearing the snow hill that sat there. I couldn't recognize who he was. It's friggin -30 and all I could see was his eyes. I hurriedly put on my coat and tuque and boots and ran outside.
His first words, as he turned off his snowblower... "Good morning! Is it okay I clear your driveway? You have snow as high as this (as he level his hand somewhere in the air)."
Seriously, faerie could have jumped all over him and we could be rolling on the snow hill giggling.
Turned out he was my next door neighbour. I couldn't even remember his name. But all I could say in my most gleeful faerie voice... "You are an angel!!!" And thanked him tremendously. Oh yeah... I couldn't stop shaking his hand.
He is still a stranger and a neighbour... but his heart, as well as the other people who seem to always pop in faerie's life... coming to my aid when it seems I am stuck, snow or otherwise... ... they don't even know me. They only see what they see in my oddest predicament. Perhaps my face shows a terrified troubled face... or my wild reactions are so catchy enough to hold significance. Perhaps a faerie damsel in distress... or perhaps this small creature hidden in a massive burden... ... whatever they see... may the Universe bless their precious hearts. Always.
Sylphy 41-45, F 10 Responses 14 Jan 12, 2013