Never Ever Forgetting The Kindness of Others

The world is so full of beautiful people. As they say we are all friends. We just haven’t met each other yet. And that is how I live my life. Whoever I am with in this moment is my best friend. That doesn’t mean I’ll always be nice to you. Are you always nice to your best friend? But I can promise you that when I am around you I’ll always be a 100% authentic version of me - and I’ll give you permission to do the same.

Too many people have done nice and kind things for me to ever repay. The product director who made sure that the last thing she did before leaving our company was creating an engineering training role for me. The new lead in my team who checks in on me and sees how I am doing. There are too many nice and kind people in the world for me to even imagine. The teammates who help me to find accessibility techniques or rather build on those ones that I have. The people that support me all around Frontend and all around my department 

And my only conclusion is this. 

That the whole world is made of love. The American Hill which I love so much and whose energy is so feminine is all made out of love. The crystal I got in Portugal which I took with me on a walk across that hill once - my most beloved rainbow fluorite slice - is all made out of love. Because I’ll tell you this. The last time I went to the forest, my forest, the one where I grew up I gave the trees the gift of as many crystals as I could, leaving them there, imbuing the forest with more magic forever - not really creating more magic because there really couldn’t be more - but amplifying and intensifying that existing love 

The very earth beneath us is made of love. The very gravity that hold us down is made of nothing but pure love. The sound of the beautiful mantra - the very sound waves are made of pure love. So that it doesn’t matter what is playing. It is all pure love either way. I grew up in a world filled with love. My childhood was lived out in a world made of love. My garden was made of love the sheep were made of love and the wind farms that surround that village now are of course pure love itself in temporary form

And then I moved to the woods. And the woods were of course made of nothing but pure love. And my home that I lived in

Everything is pure love. You just have to see it that way. You know? The air that surrounded my home was pure love. The horsies running around wild and free were of course pure joy and pure love. And the fairytale forest is of course made out of nothing but pure love as well. And then one day I moved to where I live now. Brighton. 

I’ve lived other places too of course but this place is the most permanent home I’ve had since Luxembourg. And of course

The sea is made out of pure love as well

And so are the wind farms

But so is my little flat

And my tiny little room

And so are the alleyways and the bins and the bus stops

And so is the air in my little room