This ain’t tree-hugging

While I sat down to write you a new post, I realised yesterday marked 6 months of Tessie’s Projects. Hurrah! And before I’ll continue putting down today’s figments, I want to say a very big THANK YOU. To all of you, where ever you are, taking the time to sit down and read the weird stuff escaping my brain. I honestly appreciate it.

One of the reasons for me to write this blog is so I can share happy moments and contentment. I like to tell about such experiences, hoping they put smiles on other faces too. And by writing about it – I’ve noticed – I learn to appreciate it even more.
Every day I hope for tiny moments and gestures that brighten up my day. Well, it’s not really hoping – the more I’m open for it, the more they seem to happen. These moments, I’ve come to realise, give me an extra boost when caused by connecting to total strangers. No matter how short the moment or how small the gesture.

I wondered about it for a while, about the why, but I think I know now.

In this massive and individual world we live in, there’s hardly any room left for acts of kindness and simple but true contact with our fellow humans. Apart from friends and family. But greeting someone in the streets, making eye-contact, a smile when passing by. They are the tiniest things, yes. But they make my day, always. The other day, strolling around the park, me and an old man almost bumped into each other. You know the awkward moment, when you both move in the same direction and then again… Often, myself included, this causes frowns and some sighing. This time our eyes met and we both laughed out loud. I took a big step to the right, to let him pass. We greeted each other. And that was it. A small thing, yet a moment to put in the 2015 Jar. Something we tend to take for granted. A situation we often allow to cause irritation. But there’s no need for irritation, is there? These moments may take 3 seconds off our time. Grab it with both hands and you’ll gain a big smile from it. Live these 3 seconds to the fullest and you’ll actually see this other person: how rare is that, huh? A person who, just like you, lives on this planet, breathes – or at least, you hope they do –, has a heart just like you and the ability to smile. Just like you.

Try it and soon you’ll realise it’s pure bliss. These little moments of contact, sharing a smile – for free! No judgement, because that ain’t necessary. Just two fellow humans. Passing by. Being aware and sharing a little piece of their heart. That’s all. And it’s no tree-hugging stuff.

After the nearly-bumped-into moment, I made a heart out of paper. And turned it into confetti. Confetti is always a good idea. My opinion. A confetti heart is a heart filled with feast and joy. A confetti heart is one big heart divided into many pieces you can share with others.

Scatter your confetti heart

Our hearts are our own, but sharing pieces of it with others will only make it stronger.
Make your heart a confettied one and scatter freely – it’s good and you know it!

 

[ the confetti heart I made, now has a double meaning. it is a huge thanks, right from my heart, to all of you ]

Giving it all away

One of the most fulfilling ways of clearing out the road to minimalism for me is to give.

Friends who move to Amsterdam for a year get the rug that has been collecting dust somewhere underneath my bed. Other people I make happy with a coat I don’t wear anymore. When things have the potential of making a bit of money I consider selling it online, but the idea of making other people happy without them having to spend money… It’s the best feeling!

But it can get even better. Going through my books every once in a while, I always find some that were fun reads but that I don’t desire to keep. Most of these books I pass on. To random people. Whom I don’t know and probably will never meet. I leave books on trains and in café’s for example. Hoping that someone will be brave and curious enough to pick it up, open the first page and read:Giving it all away

 

give away books 1.1

For me this is a good way of parting from things.
It leaves me with the happy thought that it might be used by someone else.
The idea that someone reads it and passes it on.
Somewhere.
Who knows where it will travel to.
This is minimalism for my material soul.
That replaces something material with happiness.
With a smile on my face.

 

 

 

 

It doesn’t always go as planned in my dreamer’s mind, though.
A couple of weeks ago I left another book on the train.
When I was about to get off, a boy tapped me on the shoulder.
“You forgot your book, miss.”
Such a kind, thoughtful gesture!
I told him I’d finished it and left it for someone else to read.
At the signal of closing doors I quickly jumped off.
Leaving the confused boy behind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just a question: did you ever find one of my old books?