Seven Souls One Musing : Volume 4


Seven Souls One Musing is a new interview series here on KOM. I will be asking 5-6 creative personalities plus 1-2 random Twitter or Facebook followers to reflect on 1 theme (be sure to watch for my random call-outs to be involved!)

This week I asked these lovelies this:

What small act of kindness were you once shown that you will never forget?


Daniel Collinsworth
Metta Drum
July 1st, 1997 was a day that changed my family’s existence forever. That humid, overcast Tuesday was the day that my sister, Ana, committed suicide.

It was disorienting and merciless, like a bomb exploding in the middle of our lives. I remember a blur of police men and paramedics. I remember sitting in the back of a police cruiser, and looking out the window to see my brother in an adjacent cruiser. I remember it starting to rain as we just stared at eachother, sobbing.

Days passed in a dream-like haze. One evening the 4 of us were together in the living room when we heard some noises outside. We went to the front door to see a man from our church out on the cul-de-sac in front of our house, setting up…… fireworks?

It was the Fourth of July. He knew that we were grieving, and that condolences were meaningless. So that night, he gave us a fireworks show. It was beautiful. And for a few moments, his kindness gave our spirits rest.


Kelly Barton
Finding our way as an artist can be so intimidating and some days our footing just is uneasy.

Heck that is just the daily grind, right?

You have something you love so much. You want so badly to shine. You sometimes tell yourself you aren’t shiny.

But then someone comes along and simply gives you permission. That permission you should embrace yourself with.

Christine Mason Miller… did that for me. She took me under her wing. She took the time to answer my questions and the best part: she was patient and kind.

There is nothing better when someone you look up to and respect, shows up and passes on a little encouragement.

When I look back on my creative career, I have been shown so much kindness from so many, but I began believing I could do it when she took the time to cheer me on.

Random acts of kindness are what make the world go ‘round.

Psst… pass it on.


Liv Lane
Choosing Beauty
As a teenager, I spent countless hours holed up in my bedroom, writing songs on my acoustic guitar. It provided such immense joy, but I was terrified by the thought of sharing my music with others.

When I got to interview one of my favorite singer/songwriters, Peter Himmelman, for my school newspaper, I mustered up enough courage to mention my own songwriting aspirations. Incredibly, he asked me to send him my tape. When I did, he took the time to write me a note, encouraging me to keep up the good work.

Months later, a friend scored backstage passes to a Peter Himmelman concert in Minneapolis. When Peter appeared from his dressing room, I introduced myself and – on the spot – he started singing one of my songs. I could barely breathe.

I think it takes an immensely kind heart to do all that and act like it’s no big deal. Peter’s support was the boost of confidence I needed at that young age to believe in the music that lives within me and not be afraid to share it.


Liz Lamoreux
The year after I graduated from college, I lived in a studio apartment in the Lincoln Park neighborhood in Chicago. Each day I rode the 151 bus to the Prudential Building, and that winter was the coldest I had ever experienced in the Midwest.

One January day, I waited for the 151 in -20 degree weather. At least 8 full buses and several full cabs drove by while a group of us stood in the whipping wind. Finally, drivers heading downtown began to pull over at our overflowing stop, roll down their windows, and yell things like, “I am heading to Dearborne and Ontario. Hop in!” It was incredible to watch.

Even though I could hear my mother say, “Don’t you get in that car Elizabeth,” when a woman said, “Michigan and Wacker,” I waved my arms saying, “That’s me!” and hopped in along with two other pantsuit-clad twenty-somethings. We laughed the entire 25-minute trip as dropped us off at stops along Michigan Avenue. I’m smiling big remembering this simple unforgettable moment of kindness.


Mykel Dixon
My girlfriend always saves the last bite of her meal for me. Even when we’re devouring her favourite dish she’ll always make some excuse that she couldn’t possibly finish her serve and pass it off to me. The smile in her eyes tells me she secretly delights in filling her hungry man with that little bit of extra yumminess and her small act of loving kindness lingers on the taste buds of my soul for many meals to come.


Philip McDonnell
Kindness. To some, what I received could just be a doctor’s duty. Yet, his decision has been irreplaceable every hour I’m awake.

In 1991, my hearing began to decline. It was music I noticed first. It filled my life and was fading and distorting in my ears – made worse by intensifying tinnitus. Birdsong followed with all high-frequency sounds vanishing over time. Then speech declined: women first but men soon after. Eventually, I heard only one in five words. It isolated me from conversations and made business very difficult. My local consultant audiologist told me there was nothing he could do. Of course, what he really meant was he had no budget for a cochlear implant.

Seven years later in 2007, whilst having my tonsils examined, the new consultant took a casual look at my audio scan. Resigned, I hoped for no more than a digital hearing aid. Instead, he announced he was referring me to London for a cochlear implant. You cannot imagine what it’s like to hear again – even electronically. Duty? Perhaps. Kindness? Definitely.


Vivienne McMaster
Last year my dear little cat Elliot passed away after a quickly progressing illness. I’m a total cat lady so you can imagine this nearly broke me in half.

A small act of kindness I will never ever forget are the hugs that my vet and her staff gave me after I had to put him down. I was a weeping mess and yes, I know it was their job to say ‘I’m sorry he had to go’ but it was more than that. I felt seen and supported by people who also really truly understood the love one can have for their animal pals and how hard it was to lose them. I think part of what makes moments like these stand out for me is that I had no expectation of their support, but it arrived at the time when I needed it most. I will never forget those hugs.


So now, we are turning the question on you:

What small act of kindness were you once shown that you will never forget?

Leave your answers in the comments, we can’t wait to read them!
xox

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