COSTCO
WHOLESALE
Dear Member,
A Revision for Costco Members
We're urging you to convey thoughts about your latest experiences. Your perspective helps us refine what is crucial to you, and we'll offer gratitude for contributing.
Here's what you can gain as part of this initiative:
• Free One-Year Membership — accessible for new enrollments or as a prolongation for current members.
• Ninja CREAMi Ice Cream Creator — given to early adopters while program stocks last.
This temporary phase supports our continual mission to enrich the member experience across our warehouses and digital platform.
To participate, fill out a brief member questionnaire. It requires just a few minutes, and your feedback steers improvements in value, selection, and service.
Appreciate your part in our community. We eagerly anticipate serving you on your next call and beyond.
Warmly,
The Costco Member Service Unit
2025 Costco Wholesale.
I often linger to watch the horizon and its soft transitions. Currently the shade tends toward a muted grey, like a cherished cover gently placed over the afternoon. It isn't a dreary grey; it feels contemplative, the kind that beckons a deeper breath and a relaxed pace. Against it, the branches outside appear more vibrant, little banners of green tracing each branch as they move in a gentle rhythm. When the wind flows, they respond with a gracious dance that lingers just enough to catch your attention. Observing that delicate motion is a reminder to take a pause before the next comes, letting the moment settle and spread in its own time.
The home holds its own tune if you listen well. There's a quiet, steady hum from another room, maybe a device busy with its task, and a subtle click that follows occasionally, like a gentle knock in the background. I notice my breathing when all else quiets down, a soft meter keeping its rhythm without demanding focus. That consistent beat feels like a subtle drum somewhere nearby, guiding the moments forward. It's easy to overlook these notes during hectic hours, yet when they emerge, they make the house feel settled, attended to, and familiar in the best sense.
I recall the cool touch of grass beneath my bare feet from another season. The blades bend and spring back, damp with morning's whisper, uttering greetings in the earth's own tongue. It's a simple greeting, the kind that requests nothing yet offers everything in return. You glance up and the clouds tell their own swift tales: one shaped like a dozing dog floating along, another resembling a small, cozy boat gliding over a hidden sea. Eventually, they transform into something else, and then something else again, reminding you that change is always close and seldom sudden if you watch closely.
A warm mug embraced with both hands performs a quiet kind of magic. The heat seeps into your fingertips and settles there, bringing a stillness that doesn't hurry. If you tilt the mug towards the sunshine, tiny specks float and shimmer like the liquid is keeping pace with you. It isn't fancy and doesn't need to be; the warmth is sufficient. On leisurely afternoons it resembles a companion at the table, a wee pause that opens the gate to another clear breath and a softer notion before you return to the rest of the day.
I reflect on how each person you encounter holds a world you can't perceive. There are stories folded within their days, and ambitions reaching beyond the edge of your own. Each strolls by with their various narratives, some luminous, some silent, all crucial to someone. These distinct worlds drift close and then depart again, brushing by, trading nods, and continuing on. Remembering that can render a crowded space feel expansive, as if the city itself is breathing with a calm, shared rhythm that accommodates everyone.
Often the finest segments of a day arise in the gaps between larger moments. The final exhale after a long list is complete. The soft rustle of a page turning and settling. The manner in which the afternoon glow stretches into a narrow path across the floor, then extends and fades as evening emerges. These are subtle markers that request nothing more than your awareness. When you greet them with mindfulness, they repay you by making the mundane feel bountiful, reminding you that presence is a full experience all by itself.
