My offerings are small things. In the face of a huge, fragmenting world, sometimes all we have to give are small things. These tiny fragments of love, kindness and creativity can be a little bit healing. A little bit of the remaking of the world, little heart by little, lovely heart.

Among my small offerings this week: a tear, a hug, a story, an hour of den building. And of course, it’s not just a den, it’s containment and feeling safe and cosy, and it’s calm and creativity and community. And it’s not just a story, it’s time. And the summoning of beautiful thoughts from a weary mind, thoughts to take the place of anxious ones in the mind of another. It’s not just a hug, it’s love and comfort and grace.

Never underestimate the small things you do. In a sad, broken society, the little things are life and hope, and we need them more than ever.