Practice random acts of kindness

Its been sometime since this goal was updated.
I think I find actually putting down the ‘acts’
kind of difficult.
Its a private thing.
I feel happy to share idea’s of how Im able to achieve
this goal.
Dont get me wrong I love to read what other 43’s are
doing, it give’s me hope & plants seed’s of ideas for me.
But to say the little things one does feel’s
very uncomfortable.

So, this goal stay’s, I can’t mark this as done, its a life thing.

My dad died very suddenly 14 years ago aged only 53. His ashes are close to my childhood home in the local cemetery’s garden of rememberence. My son who’s 8 obviously never met his grandad but has always come with me to put fresh flowers on his stone.
This week we went & as he always does he went around ‘giving out ’ a few of grandads blooms to people whos head stones are untended. This has always been part of our ritual, sharing out Grandads flowers.
Because Id been thinking about my secret flower giving, I mentioned to him about it, he thought it was great, but would’nt it be better to buy more to give out at the cemetery ?
I thought this was a great idea !
I was a little worried about whether it was OK to do this, so I contacted the cemetery.They have a list of people who’s graves are no longer tended due to various reasons( family moving away, no longer any surviving relatives etc). There used to be someone employed to look after them along with general gardening duties, but with cut-backs they have long gone. The cemetery is very old & is still looked after but the graves are not.
So, I now have permission & the plot names of people we can give flowers to whenever I can. I think its wonderful.
It feels right. Some may think its a little creepy, but respecting the dead & observing their lives gives me something valuable & costs me so little.

Ive always bought myself flowers, more so when I lived in London without a garden & so little nature around!.
The markets in Camden near work were the best for cheap, beautiful blooms.
One day on the packed tube home a woman sat opposite me looked as if she’d had just the worst day ever. You could see it in her eye’s, body language, everything.
I could’nt not give her the flowers, bright orange gerbers,just as I was getting off the tube. They were all I could think of.
She smiled & looked shocked & upset,
I felt a little better.
After this I gave my flowers away often, I enjoyed sharing their pleasure.
I never told anyone about this secret, it was just for me, until now.
Since moving out of London & having a family Id like to think my random acts of kindness have continued,in lots of other ways , but I know my flower giving stopped. Living now in a small town, such things are hard to keep secret. Im shy & like to blend into the wallpaper! I’ll have to think about this more, because if its not spontaineous it wont feel right?