Wiley's Wisdom

Joy: From the Ground Up

Little Big Things September 19, 2013

The sky is crying tonight. And it’s not whimpering in a corner. It is throwing an all-out temper tantrum complete with bright flashes of light and loud bangs that echo through the walls of my forever home. I don’t particularly care for thunderstorms, but I’m grateful I they don’t frighten me as I know they do some dogs.

Little Big ThingsInstead, I find myself cuddling a little closer to my people and bearing down until the tantrum is over. It sounds like a little thing, but it’s pretty big to me. That’s the funny thing about perspective. What might seem small to you can make or break another person’s day, week or month. Just as I am a believer in the importance of remembering the person behind the people, I appreciate when people place value on the little things.

Like when my groomer Mary stops to pet me and tell me she thinks I’m handsome while she’s got me in that terrible bath. Or I get an extra treat from Bonnie at the Starbucks drive through. Or (best yet) when anyone I come across smiles from the heart. None of these take much effort from the giver, but they the capability of having a profound impact on the receiver.

“For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed,” suggested my favorite Lebanese philosopher Khalil Gibran. That’s why I call them little big things; they are incredibly valuable no matter what your perspective in life may be. Because let’s face it. Life gets stormy sometimes.

We can’t control when it happens, but sometimes the world seems to roar and shake around our feet. It is these moments, amidst these bright flashes of light and loud bangs that echo in our hearts, that the little things matter most. Like snuggling close to my forever people when its raining cats and dogs outside. Or offering a helping hand to someone who needs it. Or paying someone a hard-earned compliment. They might seem like little things to you, but sometimes the littlest things have the power to calm the biggest storms.

 

28 Responses to “Little Big Things”

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  2. Leisa Says:

    We had a bigggggggggggg storm in the South Island of New Zealand last week, lost a tree at my house but others faired much worse!

  3. Sometimes, perhaps those little things do more good to us than we know. It’s so true that we can’t control the world around us, all we can do is those little things are hopefully will make it better for those we do for and ourselves.

  4. So true, Wiley! When the Petco man cuts my nails, I always give him a hundred kisses. He has a difficult job and says not all his clients are as happy as me to get their nails cut. Sometimes it just takes the littlest thing….

    Love and licks,
    Cupcake

    • Dear Cupcake,
      Your story is the perfect example of the contagion that is joy. You give the man kisses to thank him for his hard work, and he loves you all-the-more for it. Isn’t joy just the best? 🙂
      Lots of love,
      Wiles

  5. Basil Says:

    I am so pleased that you have your people to cuddle with!!

  6. Yes, the little things in life that others do for us or we do for others sometimes turn out to be the things that mean the very most to a person’s heart! Well said, Wiley!

  7. Nikitaland Says:

    The sky is crying over here too Wiley, and I always run to Mommy for comfort. I don’t mind the rain much, but the lightning and thunder scare me.

  8. huntmode Says:

    The simplest kindnesses can save a life, if only from a bad day or three. Stay warm, Wyles!

  9. Reblogged this on Wiley's Wisdom and commented:

    “For in the dew of little things, the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.” -Khalil Gibran

  10. kanzensakura Says:

    It is indeed those huge little things. Yesterday I was having such a sad day. I walked out to my mailbox and our neighbor, who rarely speaks, was walking her dog. Andy started smiling and wagging his whole body when he saw me and began dragging his mom my way. It made m e so happy, his joy and kindness. I petted him and told him what a sweet hand some guy he is and he snuggled close before being dragged away. He made my heart feel better. I wish his mom was as nice, but I thanked her for letting Jack snuggle.


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