Meet Currie Rose

I am a spicy flower, a walking paradox, a blind optimist, a reformed ‘realist’ who prefers to be an idealist, an envelope pushing, no-nonsense walking miracle.  I am ME!

Buster the Dog and I

Contact Currie Rose:

E-mail: currierose81@gmail.com

I really don’t like these “about” sections… I am far too complex to try to sum myself up, but I’ll try.

Hi.  My name is Currie and I am a compulsive do-gooder.

I love to do good deeds.

I spend my day alert for opportunities to give.  If I see a “donate” button on some website whether it be political, artistic or personal in nature, I get all excited to click it.  I swear, my inner child comes out jumping up and down clapping her hands excitedly saying, “Okay!!!”  And my heart breaks a little when sometimes I have to tell my inner child that we simply don’t have the means to click it.

If I see a homeless person, I become elated for the opportunity they are giving me to practice unconditional acceptance.  If there is a person standing with a cardboard sign on the side of the road amidst heavy traffic, I make sure to acknowledge them by making eye contact, smiling and waving hello.  When I used to have a car, sometimes I would park it in traffic (I had to do this since my driver’s side window didn’t roll down, nor did my primary car door function), so that I could safely recline my seat back and reach through the back window to share a hello and give a crisp dollar bill out.  Not only would this act spread abundance, but it also made both myself and the receiver (and probably cars behind me) laugh about how much I contorted myself to give.

I do other things too.  I hug strangers or lend an ear to someone who wants to fill it with words.  I leave love notes written on (clean) napkins or scraps of paper scattered in coffee shops.  I smile at random people and I get all happy about holding the door open for someone.   One cold and dreary day, I even gave one my shirts away (I was wearing layers).  Just last week, my friend and I donated the money to buy a random Starbucks barista chinese food for dinner.

Photo by Josh Ross

 I’ll never forget the night I bought really yummy pizza and left it sitting in the lap of a homeless person who had fallen asleep in the street.  The act did actually wake him up and when I turned back he was wearing a beautiful smile as he got acquainted with his unexpected meal.  He looked up and as our eyes met, I noticed he seemed to be holding in tears as he waved and mouthed an emotional, “Thank you” in my direction.  It was a deeply touching moment which proved that the pizza was never meant for me.

Another time, I met a homeless man and had this AMAZING conversation with him as we read the paper together over coffee.  I am pretty sure we spent the whole morning talking, walking and generally exchanging good energy.  I felt like I had known him FOREVER.  I was so excited when I asked if there was any way I could help him and he told me he actually needed some clothing.  I was beyond happy to share the fun coincidence that had happened the night before which made it possible for me to actually have men’s clothing to give.

I told him how I met another guy who was throwing a whole bunch of men’s clothing in the dumpster and I stopped him, asking if I could take the items to give away when an opportunity presented itself. The man stopped in his tracks shaking his head, laughing, “Um?  Ooooookay… You are some kind of something…” and he helped me haul the clothes to my  room.

My new friend and I made an appointment to meet so I could hand off the clothing.  However, when I showed up practically wagging my invisible tail, I was saddened to see that my friend never arrived.  That was just about three years ago and I still think about him.  I hope he is okay.

More recently, I sent cookies to a stranger.  I read a book he had written,  and proceeded to go to his website to learn more about his work and was almost beside myself with joy when I found an address “to send packages to (preferably cookies).”  I almost immediately retrieved my friends famous cookie recipe, baked them and raced to the post office to send the home-made delight off.  I really hope the cookies were still soft and chewy by the time they arrived.

(So, as you can see, I really am a compulsive do-gooder.  I wonder if they make a twelve-step program for this sort of thing.   I wonder what a “rock bottom” would even look like for this addiction.)

I actually do believe that we can save the world one smile at a time.  A random act of love has the power to set off a domino effect of goodness by all who witness it and choose to pay forward what they received or find inspiration in what they saw.

Chrissa and I

I choose to be the change I wish to see in the world and the change I wish to see is more compassion toward ourselves, our local communities, our global family and the earth on which we live.  I do not by any means consider myself to be perfect.  I am just as human as the next person, and therefore I make mistakes.  I do my best to be as aware as possible of the many different aspects and layers that make me who I am, and sometimes this proves easier to do than other times.  Though I consider myself a Professional Sunshine Spreader, I am not always “Little Miss Sunshine” … sometimes when learning and growing, I have to work to strike a balance between my insides and my outsides.

However, it is my intention to do the best I can in each moment, to learn from my mistakes, to find forgiveness for myself and for others and to always remember that even when I think I’m “spent” on every level, that I still have something to give when I reach into my heart and find tremendous stores of love, kindness and compassion that I ALWAYS have the power to extend to the world around me.

I am different and I do sort of live according to my own rules.  It’s not necessarily an easy path, but it is the one I have chosen and I am okay with where I am at.

Within the pages of this blog, you will find stories about random acts of kindness as well as deeply introspective posts about the life I have lived so far as I seek healing.  My hope as you read through these pages is that you find inspiration to live from a place of more love, compassion, tolerance and forgiveness for both yourself and others.

Thank you so much for stopping by.

*On another note, anything I write here is always from my own experience.  I do not claim to know anyone else’s truth and have no desire to tell the stories of others.  I can only live from my experience and that is the story I choose to share.

A favorite poem:

Words to Live By~ Audrey Hepburn

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his/her fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed; never throw out anyone.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms. As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, and the other for helping others.