The little kind acts. Drawing Luke Hockley.
It seems simple, to treat myself with kindness.
But when I need that kindness most is when it is hardest to do.
I get myself locked into patterns that are destructive.
Once they are triggered they are hard to turn off.
Kindness is delicate. It is moment to moment.
So easily swamped by irksome emotions that are unsettled and noisy.
And destructive.
It’s the choice of the delicate over the tornado that seems impossible.
But it works.
Choosing the little kind acts.
If I choose them, they work.
Love
Luke
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