Last month, a group of writers were supposed to gather at a house on the hill...
To write.
But, it was not meant to be.
There's a lot of things that weren't meant to be, our annual retreat being one of them. When this is over, everyone will have a story--or stories--about things they did, or didn't do, adjustments they made, and experiences that will be "once in a lifetime" events.
I guess for us, missing out on writing will be one of the things we'll talk about (then again, maybe we won't talk about it...). The retreat has been rescheduled for a later date--hopefully, we'll meet up then.
So, when the time came when we would have been all gathered under one roof, one of the participants had a great idea. He proposed we send flowers to our host as an act of kindness, and also as a reminder of what we were missing and how we all wanted tto be somewhere else.
I wish I looked for more opportunities to be kind.
Some people just seem to be wired that way. They'll hear of something that happened to an individual and their mind goes to, "how can I help out?" It's a wonderful trait to have. I'm working on it and maybe one day I'll be there.
Our host (also, thinking of others by providing incredible entertainment to the masses during the lockdown...) took to Facebook everyday and gave us all a mini-concert. One of the writers ordered flowers and a card to be delivered mid-concert on a day we would have been there writing our little brains out.
Yes, there are people everywhere doing kind things for others, even while quarantined. And all you have to do is look for them...or better yet, be the one doing the kind deed. That's the best.
