In the spirit of author Amy Krouse Rosenthal’s work, 16 inspiring and creative bloggers (including me!) set out to “Plant a Kiss” in the world on Sunday, April 29. We each did something we thought would spread a little extra joy, color, connection, poetry, or magic in the world. Then we watched to see what would happen! Today each of us is posting about that experience.
Click here to visit the main Plant a Kiss page, where you can easily link to all participating bloggers. For every blog that you visit and comment on, your name will be tossed into a hat for a chance to win one of many amazing prizes such as online writing, photography, or dream-building classes; coaching sessions; artwork, or jewelry.
Ay Yi Yi !
One of the great things about being a teacher is that you teach what you need to learn – and if you know me, you know that I teach people how to access their natural voice and say things simply. I’m also a real hero at helping people down that ladder of perfectionism, encouraging them to be themselves, and to let go.
So it’ll be no surprise that I had no idea what to do with this project and that I struggled to come up with the BEST IDEA IN THE WORLD! Which shut me down completely. Should I find a poem and tack copies of it up on the lamp posts around my town? Should I hand write love letters to all of the people I harbor evil thoughts about? I knew that my friend Sherry was going to blow bubbles in the park, and that Maya was going to bring her typewriter to N.Y. and get people to sit down and write. My friend Mary Orr even brought over a beautiful lemon with a note about Plant a Kiss attached to it. It seemed so easy for everyone. Why couldn’t I come up with something simple as well?
I decided to spend Saturday night – no – not coming up with the project – which was due the next day – but watching episode after episode of Downton Abbey. Maybe I’d get inspired. But when I turned out the light at midnight all I could think about was whether Mary and Matthew would finally fling themselves at one another and get it on behind the barn.
Sunday morning – crunch time.
I promise myself that I’ll keep it simple, that it doesn’t matter what I do, that it’s the action that counts. I mean, here I am stressing over how to spread love and joy in the world. I decide to do something I never ever do, which is to watch another episode of Downton Abbey while I drink my morning coffee. This is so decadent, you’d think it was my birthday or something. And what’s up with Mary and Matthew? Is she really going to accept the proposal from that man who doesn’t love her but thinks they’ll make a good “team?”
I can’t take it anymore. I have to get up. Sherry is probably at the park by now and Maya has had at least 20 people sit down at her typewriter to compose poems. So I get up and go to my studio to see what I can do with a little glue and paper. Keep it simple, keep it simple, I mutter to myself. Good enough, good enough, I chant.
And while it was fun to make a piece of art, and a relief to have the nice Pakistani man at Kinkos print a stack of cards for me, what made me happiest was when I picked up my 14-year-old from her sleepover a few hours later – the cards still in the Kinkos bag because I felt too shy to put them on people’s windshields or in their mailboxes like I had intended. I told Zoe about my situation, that I had to distribute these cards somehow. “No problem,” she said.
We drove to the market to pick up some items and the next thing I knew, Zoe was out of the car with a stack of art postcards in her hand. In the market she stuck some in a pile of tomatoes. Another stack was wedged in near the bananas. When I walked past the juice aisle I saw my cards standing at attention near bottles of apple juice. Aisle after aisle, everywhere I turned Zoe had hidden my cards in places that shoppers might stumble upon, and which might even make them happy.
But guess who was the happiest and most joyful of all? Me!