Give Love Away
About a month ago, I was working with a team of amazing people. We were discussing value sets and the probability of any two people having the same set.
Let’s just say that it would be easier to be struck by lightning while being mauled by a grizzly bear on your vacation in Tahiti while you won the lottery.
We all laughed and marveled at the fact that life could be so rich.
A few days later, I was at a women’s leadership conference. After I had given a speech, a young woman came up and said that she wanted to discuss a project that she was working on.
I took one look at her and thought of my “nephew” Rob. In my mind’s eye, I could see the two together.
Suddenly, I was a yenta. Now there are two descriptions of the word yenta, probably more. Yenta is a Yiddish word that refers to a busybody; a gossip but in some cases, as in mine, she’s a matchmaker.
I pulled out a picture of Rob and showed it to the young woman and her mother who was also there. “He has soulful eyes,” Cecilia, the mother said.
We both smiled and nodded as if we were twice our age.
In that moment though I realized that I was the age of the women of old who could look at someone and see a good match.
I gave Camille Rob’s number and then let him know that I had.
But here’s the thing, what if we were so busy paying attention to life, love and the yearnings of our loved ones that we never had time to worry, complain or feel lonely ourselves.
What if you paid more attention to the light in someone’s eyes and less to the things they do that give offence
What if our observations gave joy to others and our words were the music we all need.
I’m waxing poetic, or maybe it’s just wax, but all I know is the love between Rob and Camille is rare, hard to find and beautiful.
Maybe we need more matchmakers and a lot less gossiping busybodies.
Be you, be well, be the love others need.
Bertice Berry, PhD.