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Sharing….
“Friday wishes……..”
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mmmmmmmm….
what could be nicer than offering…or…receiving….
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baskets filled with kindness
sharing…offering…exchanging
kindness….caring….support….encouragement….
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What could be nicer?
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What could be nicer than…offering or receiving…a basket filled with kindness?
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May each and every one of us…
offer and receive abundant baskets of kindness
throughout our hours, days, weeks, months and years…
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baskets filled with kindness…
generously and kindly exchanged amongst us all
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Pocket Perspectives 
Enjoyed the images of the basket and the kindness the basket holds. Acts of kindness are healing which is needed these days.
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Oh, Marie….the times are so disconcerting these days…a good time for sharing and exchanging kind words, supportive wishes, healing thoughts and strengthening ideas….such strange times….wishing you well…..
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Yes, it’s very sad and disturbing. I try to contribute to the healing of our world with small acts of inspiration, kindness, and support.
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Marie…you have offered, and I’m sure are continuing to offer, so much gentle healing, kindness, support and inspiration to those around you…what lovely gifts you share!
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Thank you Kathy. I appreciate your words as it’s so important to me to contribute to the healing of our world, and sometimes I worry I am doing enough. I know it’s a mental thing as the mind likes to look for ‘problems.’ 😉
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Marie, I feel concerned about that, too…that I’m not doing enough…or not doing what…or as much… as I might be capable of doing. I think maybe I keep going into a continual state of “shock,” as I read tibits from the news etc…and keep getting “im-mobilized” by that sense. So, I’m trying to focus, until I get steadier, on simply trying to be kind, interested, supportive and friendly to people I see, meet or am around in my ordinary, everyday life…and to feel good about that. But it still seems to be a continuing challenge for me, too.
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