I was locked in traffic when I happened upon a young man on a bicycle signing to an elderly homeless man.

I’ve watched him before, making his rounds – in the earliest hours of morning, before the traffic thickens. His mission? To be of service, to those at mercy’s end.

And, where others may hesitate to engage – this man assures extra measure. In his satchel, a clean towel, a shaving razor and a travel sized can of foam.

For the blessing of a smile, the benefit of a shave. But, now so – in the simplicity of this offering, he’s gifted the capacity to begin anew.

This is the choice extended each day; to stand within the grace of good intention – or, brave the extension of heart unto hand.

Choices, my loves…choices.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️