This past week I prayed with a complete stranger. I met her at 5 o’clock, and by 6:15 we had said one of the most special and helpful prayers together. She prayed out loud for me, in front of me and I cried. She said things about me that no one has ever told me they thought of me. To say I left her with an unexplainable amount of peace would be the understatement of my otherwise shitty ass motherfuckin year.
This week was one for the books. Going down in history as historic, divided, triumphant and for some, horrific. For me, the thing that mattered most was the random acts of love I saw, I received and then because I felt good, I mimicked. 
Ever save a plate for someone you love? Be it your husband, girlfriend or child? Have you ever left a note out in the morning for the one you love? Have you packed an extra special lunch for someone? Have you cooked with the bare bones of your freezer and pantry but because you cooked with love, it was one of your favorite meals? One of your husband’s favorite meals? Have you ever tried to go out of your way for somebody for the mere fact that seeing them happy brings you happiness?
Isn’t this the ultimate goal? I’m just one little human. A mother, whose also a wife, a daughter and a sister who lives in upstate New York. I do hair in a gorgeous space with awesome girls 3 days a week. I live in a beautiful home in an area where I chose to raise my little family. I’m not a master in any subject or field, not even the one I get the pleasure of being a member of. But I do know that somewhere deep inside my heart, and helping complete the DNA found inside my bones is the purest mastery of love. 
I know that being kind and acting in love with an open heart is one of the purest and most innocent of things we can be and do. I know that opening our minds is so extremely hard to do, but so completely. and totally. worth it. I know we won’t always agree on anything, down to how you make the perfect sauce for Sunday night dinner, but one thing we can all agree we can do a little more of is act like a light. Be a light to somebody, anybody. Offer a light even if your own is completely dimmed. Because God knows we all need a little more light. Before you speak, think. Before you act, think. Before you post, boast, or get mad; think. Of how it affects you. Of how it will affect you in 5 days, months or how about in 5 decades. Of how it will affect our children. It’s not hard to be kind and gentle. It’s what we hope for, and pray for when we’re inside our own heads. In the moments we look for peace is when we need to search a little deeper, dig a little slower, and pull from the purest part within. 

Everything is broken. Everything has been jaded, tainted or ruined in some way shape or form. But there are little beings all about the world every day that are looking to us to let the light in. To keep their light bright and warm. To make damn sure that nobody blows that special little light out. And how fucking lucky are we, for them. All it takes is a single lovely moment to turn it all around. Let’s guard eachother like we do our children ✨