I gave a sandwich to a complete stranger the other day. I'm not sure why, but something on the inside compelled me to offer it to the person. Some people would call that sharing, some would call it being kind. To me, I see it as an act of love.
How do you master the art of love?
"Beware of the small stuff that will move you out of your appointed place"- Creflo Dollar
To me that means not to be moved by what I see or feel.
What do you think?
I'm working on a new book/art exhibition project that includes my own photography and poetry. Be on the look out for new posts, I'd appreciate the feedback.
Pursuing my dreams, fulfilling my purpose,
Maeva
