Sometimes when you ask for love, or put love out there, it comes back to you in ways you couldn’t have anticipated or maybe even imagined.
Yesterday I got off my lunchtime phone call with Anthony at Bike Walk Tennessee and happily bounced back to my office. A colleague stopped me once I got inside. “The guard dropped something off for you,” he said.
I found a brown paper bag from Niedlov’s Bakery sitting by my desk, no note except for my name and company scrawled on a scrap of paper with instructions to leave it with the guard. Inside was a small bag of Brazilian coffee beans, granola and a box of cookies and a pastry.
I still have no idea who had this heavenly, sweet gesture sent to me. All I know is that starting a Friday morning with a melty, delicious chocolate crossisant is absolute decadence.
I e-mailed a friend yesterday afternoon and told him about the sweet gesture from an anonymous sender. “Unmarked, from I don’t know who, which seems to make it even more special. A gift from the universe; encouragement to keep doing what I’m doing. And how did they know I liked cookies so much?!?” I wrote.
Last night, my meditation before practice focused on cookies: yes, my favorite dessert and well-known indulgence, usually some delightfully simple combination of butter, flour, sugar and chocolate. But also what a cookie can represent. The act of giving and loving without expectation or need for recognition.
Happy Friday, friends. Thank you for reading ❤