Sniff, Sniff

As some of you may know, my goal in life is to be a loving person, towards myself and in my interactions with others be they two-legged or four (I live with my son's three cats and a dog.) I try to be in a place of non-judgement and tolerance. It is important to me to act with kindness.

As yesterday was a bit rainy I decided to treat myself to a cafe sit. When I arrived there luck was with me. My favorite armchair awaited me, deep and soft and comfy with only a small handful of crumbs to brush away. I gathered up various sections of the daily newspaper scattered around the cafe, took my coffee and sat myself down. Ah, this is the life, I thought. I took a sip of my sugar-laden drink and began to peruse the front page.

Sniff, sniff.

I looked toward the source of the irritating sound. A woman, who was busy listening to something on her laptop, earphones clamped to her head, sat in the chair beside me. I hope she has a tissue, I thought. I hope she blows her nose.


Do I have a clean unused tissue to offer her? Would she be offended if I gave her one (I am Canadian, after all)? I rummaged around in my bag only to find a slightly used tissue there.

SNIFF, sniff.

What about a napkin, couldn't she just blow her nose with the almost limitless supply in the cafe? Doesn't she hear herself?


I stare pointedly at her. Nothing, there is no awareness of me at all. Am I in a loving non-judgmental space? Guess. After trying in vain to focus on what I'm reading, I give up. I quickly finish my coffee and head out into the rain.

Today I boarded a highway bus to visit my good friend in another city. I was lucky enough to grab the front seat with a great view. Just as I was about to sit down, a young man of college age asked to sit in the seat next to me. I'd hoped to hog both seats for myself, but reluctantly said, "Sure." Did my disappointment show (Canadian thing again)?

Sniff, sniff.

My head immediately jerked in his direction. Would I be very rude to change seats now? We only have 30 minutes to our destination. Oh well, remember, Lynda, be loving. Be tolerant.


I believe that love is what we're here to learn. It is who we are and the most important thing in life. I have gathered 50 wonderful stories about love that others have shared with me from a deep heart place.

The stories in Heartbeats are about romantic love, family love, love of friends and love of the wonderful animals who give us such joy. These stories are uplifting and inspiring with many lessons learned. They are in a book called Heartbeats, True Personal Stories of Love which will be published as an E book on Amazon this fall. If you have any questions about Heartbeats please contact me at