I lost my way for a bit. I’ve wanted to write about my recent Santa Hat experiences, but had been waiting for something momentous to happen.
Then I recalled the wisdom so perfectly captured by Wordsworth about the “…best portion of a good man’s life/his little, nameless, unremembered acts/ of kindness and love.”
So, I now gaze back over the past week’s sea of warm smiles that manifested:
~~~in the knowing and shining eyes of so many children as they recognized everyday magic, and an adult who celebrates it~~~
~~~in the exuberant exclamations of the regular at the coffee shop, whose disability has stolen comprehensible words from him, but who conveyed unmistakably his jubilance in seeing my Santa Hat~~~
~~~in the grinning faces of drivers sitting next to me in their cars at red lights~~~
~~in the appreciative, even grateful, comments of the woman behind the deli counter and the saleslady working long hours at the clothing store and the teenager who caught my eye as we waited in a crowd and the neighbor who called out her front door as I walked in the neighborhood~~~
These are the treasures that wearing the Santa Hat offers. A bit of merriment and playfulness, a brief chat with passersby, a kind word to a lonely person. Have I changed the world with my humble effort to spread a little kindness and joy? Of course not.
But for me at least, these moments luminous with connection and heart etch indelibly a deep sense of meaning upon life. They are both teeny tiny and momentous. And as Wordsworth sagely observed, they are among the best moments life has to offer.