Once a year I hike into the hills above San Anselmo, Calif. and perform a concert for the trees, birds, insects, and sun. If clouds happen to show up that day, I include them as part of my audience. The show typically consists of 80-minutes’ worth of a cappella songs and ecstatic poems, along with my “Dionysian sermons” and “primordial gossip.”
None of my listeners ever express anything resembling applause, but that’s fine. For me, it’s an exercise in giving without strings attached. I provide the gift simply because it makes me feel good to be generous, not because I have expectations about how the gift will be used. I recommend that you find an equivalent approach to bestowing blessings in the coming week.