Human Acts of Kindness

Firstly, please allow me to apologise.  These last few days, I seem to be falling off the radar.  My mental health has not exactly been in a bad place, but it is not that good either.  Sometimes, I do not realise just how unwell I’ve been until afterwards.  I’m kind of aware of being rather hyper, a bit pedantic and paranoid.

I usually read and reply to my blog traffic and comment on other people’ blogs every day.  It seems odd not to have had that in my daily routine these past couple of days.

Blogging has been my rock and I find myself pining to get online to communicate with blogging-friends – who have been such a huge part of my recovery.  But, my brain has been shutting down.

I value all our acts of kindness as we reach out to one another in a very special way.  Very often that kindness can come to mean everything to people who are isolated in their mental health, like me.

In the park where I walk Jack, there is another act of human kindness that I see almost every day.  For five-years, an anonymous person leaves nicely wrapped presents hanging from various trees.

This is a photo of one of the presents from yesterday.  It is a ball for a dog.  There is another photo of a different present further down, which was a ball on a rope for a dog.  The variety and thought that goes into the presents makes it even more special.

Previous presents from our anonymous tree angel include, baby clothes, child toys, even some wool and knitting needles.  Last week there was a book called, “having your first baby”.  I will photograph more in the coming weeks.

This person’s acts of kindness are so special, they really touch my heart.

I’m a great believer of what you give, you receive.  If you put out good things, good things will come to you.  I don’t interpret that as materialistic.  I see it more on a spiritual level.

There is a gentleman, who could be the tree angel.  He is not a worker, just your average man who is also offering his act of human kindness by keeping the park looking clean of litter.  I see him regularly, walking around with his litter picker and sack full of rubbish, but he never looks for as much of a thank you.

Thank you to everyone who commented on my last post.  Tomorrow, I will reply to the comments and, of course, visit my regular blog-chums.