The Old Slow Mouse

Hey, Good Morning; it’s Tyler Head.

I am grateful to be here this morning and glad you are here.

It’s been a few weeks; in the most recent writing, I invited you to be a part by leaving some questions for you to chew on.

• What dreams, hopes, or fears keep you up at night? Why?

• Have you written them down somewhere? Shared them?

I hope you don’t quit dreaming - WE were created to create.

Take a deep breath, sip your coffee or tea, and jump into this week’s writing.

It’s about a mouse—a slow mouse at that.

There once was a mouse without a single mirror in his house.

Every morning, he’d walk outside, aching to see another sunrise.

His neighbors paced to and fro - hurried, always with someplace to go.

This mouse was different; he greeted all, hoping to remind others of the beauty that he saw.

He stayed out until the sun was high in the sky, never missing the chance to say hi.

This mouse was different - he had no other place to be.

Simply content with smiles and waves for free.

All the neighbors loved the mouse; they made sure their route went right by his house.

Until one day when Mr.Mouse’’s yard stayed cold. For the mouse had grown quite tired and old.

The sun came up; his neighbors went to and fro, all wondering: Where did Mr.Mouse go?

Towards the end of this day, when most are near rest - Mr. Mouse arose slowly, at best.

& you wouldn’t believe what he saw….

Out in the back, where the sun always set - his neighbors congregated, revealing their fret.

Mr. Mouse raised his paw in a gesture for all.

The swarm — smiled, nodded, and saw.

You see, friends - it’s not the extraordinary gifts of kindness that change the world; it’s the simple and consistent acts that bring people together, thus evolving small pockets one kind gesture at a time.

Much like the consistency in the sun's rising and setting - daily, we have opportunities to offer these gestures of kindness as if to say, “I see you, where you are, and I’m glad you are here.”

So, will you;

Walk a little slower to the mailbox? Keep the garage open a bit longer? Linger in conversation with a the passerby on the sidewalk?

Being with and being bed with is much simpler than we think.

Talk again soon!

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Thanks for being you.