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sketchesinstillness · 30 days
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mindofserenity · 1 year
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— Surah al-Ma'un (Small Kindnesses), 107th surah of the Holy Quran
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metamorphesque · 2 years
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I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk / down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs / to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” / when someone sneezes, a leftover / from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. / And sometimes, when you spill lemons / from your grocery bag, someone else will help you/ pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other. / We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, / and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile / at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress / to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, / and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass. / We have so little of each other, now. So far / from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. / What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these / fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here, / have my seat,” “Go ahead — you first,” “I like your hat.”
— Small Kindnesses, Danusha Laméris
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dutchdude-71 · 3 months
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Be kind. Always.
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mindful-poems · 5 months
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psalm40speakstome · 5 months
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Small Kindnesses by Danusha Laméris
I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk
down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs
to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you”
when someone sneezes, a leftover
from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying.
And sometimes, when you spill lemons
from your grocery bag, someone else will help you
pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other.
We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot,
and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile
at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress
to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder,
and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass.
We have so little of each other, now. So far
from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange.
What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these
fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here,
have my seat,” “Go ahead — you first,” “I like your hat.”
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wordlocker · 2 years
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Small Kindnesses
Danusha Laméris
I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” when someone sneezes, a leftover from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. And sometimes, when you spill lemons from your grocery bag, someone else will help you pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other. We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass. We have so little of each other, now. So far from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here, have my seat,” “Go ahead — you first,” “I like your hat.”
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6peaches · 1 year
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Danusha Laméris - Small Kindnesses
I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” when someone sneezes, a leftover from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. And sometimes, when you spill lemons from your grocery bag, someone else will help you pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other. We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass. We have so little of each other, now. So far from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here, have my seat,” “Go ahead — you first,” “I like your hat.”
- Small Kindnesses by Danusha Laméris
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applepi00 · 1 year
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Nothing too profound, but it was one of my favorite lines in your Phantoms series. <3
Love is held in their small mundanities, the small kindnesses that once seemed impossible for them. 
Chuuya is older now, wiser, and mature enough to acknowledge the difference: grand gestures are well and good, especially for movies, but love itself is quieter. Love is the touch of a hand and someone remembering your favourite coffee brand. Love is the tiny sacrifices one makes to make another’s life a little easier. Love is in the everyday, and he wouldn’t change that for the world. 
- excerpt from Small Kindnesses
Oooh i do have a little to say about Small Kindnesses! How that one came about was partially because I had just watched Millennium Actress for the first time and the thought kicking around in my head was that the heroine didn’t love the man she was chasing her whole life, it was the chase itself she loved.
So I was on that thread of how the big gestures aren’t necessarily love, love is knowing and love is choosing to know and choosing to be kind, and especially with soukoku I really felt it was right to give them that soft domestic happiness, now that they’re grown enough to accept it. I’m rather fond of Small Kindnesses for that reason!
Thank you so much for sending in a section anon!
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selkiefinalist · 2 years
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if that person is still looking i have all of cornfields’ works downloaded onto my phone and if someone can tell me how to send them to people i would be happy to do so lol
🚨 ALERT 🚨
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codenamefinlandia · 1 year
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Shout out to the kid from last Sunday when I went to eat lunch with my dad and sibling...
Shout out to the kid(High school teen?) who handed me a menu to look at so I could order because I couldn't read the text on the restaurant's overhead menu- and also for holding the door for me when we ended up leaving at the same time.
I hope you had a good meal and that your parents weren't forcing you to be nice to me lmao
Your kindness will stick with me as I wonder all sorts of things about you and what would have happened if we talked more or speculate on if you actually were being kind on your own accord.
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itsketush-voyaging · 4 months
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illuminopseudonymous · 4 months
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Going out to everyone who needs one
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acorviart · 5 months
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made myself a little porcelain latios
the clear glaze sadly crazed but it adds a little ✨ pizzazz ✨
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stirlingmoss · 9 months
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And refuse Al-Ma'un (small kindnesses e.g. salt, sugar, water, etc.).
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