We may be getting older and losing some of our energy. But there is something about the energy of love we need to remember. Let me tell you a story about my friend Bob from several years ago.
There is no practical rationalization of Bob and his provision of firewood to me. There are many people in life that we may know that are acquaintances. But there are precious few that are truly friends.
Over a period of ten years both Bob and I were in financial difficulty, each for our own circumstances. At that time I was living on Quaker Hill, upstate New York. Knowing that I was continually short of hard cash, Bob took on the assignment to gather cut, split, deliver and stack up firewood for me to use in my wood stove. He did this as a gift to me. The firewood saved me megabucks in fuel oil. I do not know how I would have avoided possible bankruptcy without his gift of firewood.
But Bob was an old geezer like me. He could not move too swiftly anymore, especially on the very physical tasks of dragging logs out of the woods and making firewood. There were a lot of young bucks in our area that had all sorts of equipment and lots of energy and make a living providing economical firewood for country folk like us. Even so, I would not have been able to afford their prices. On the other hand, Bob took about four times as long to deliver a cord of wood, and the effort he put into it was almost certainly ten times that of a commercial woodman.
What’s the wood worth that Bob gave me?
What’s it worth? The wood is nothing! Sure, I appreciated the wood, but it was the loving kindness of his gift that mattered. He struggled day after day to get the wood to me. That is something nobody can pay for! It came from his heart. It is priceless!
Now, what did I have after I burned up the wood? Not just ashes. There was something else remaining from Bob’s loving kindness. Something that did not burn up with the wood. You can’t see it or touch it.
There is a quotation from The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupery where the Fox tells the Prince, “It is only with one’s heart that one can see clearly. What is essential is invisible to the eye.”
Bob’s thoughts of loving kindness began somewhere, were in our here and now for a moment, and then went somewhere that has no space or time. They are forever. The thoughts have in fact been multiplied. They were good when he had these thoughts, but when I received the gift of them and the wood, they were multiplied. I had thoughts of loving kindness myself.
And now I pass them on to you, my Biddies and Geezers. By your deeds you can pass them on. Multiplied.
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