Honey is for the soul.
It’s funny to contemplate the small kindnesses that we do for each other and what a huge impact they have on the recipient. Two years ago I brought some orange blossom honey back from Florida and shared it with some friends here in Minnesota.
Last fall one of those friends handed me this can of honey in “repayment.” This can, however, was hand-carried from Greece by the man’s mother. She brought it from the apiary next to the family home. If you have never had honey of this kind you may not understand the sheer joy it brought to my palette.
Greek honey is like the love of the friend who had it carried across the oceans for me. It is thick, almost like ribbon candy just before it sets. It has a pure, clean taste to it that refined honey never seems to maintain. And it comes reluctantly out of the can, clinging to the sides until you scrape the last of it out.
That’s what kindness does in your life. It coats you with that honey of love and joy that friends bring to each other. The can is empty of honey but it sits on my desk as a reminder that I have good and decent friends who will do great things to show their affection. I am honored. And I have to make sure that I score some more orange blossom honey soon, they could use the reminder of my friendship as well.
