So far, I am actually remembering to tune into tenderness at least once or twice a day. Which may not seem like much, but for me, it's a lot; I'm the queen of thought experiments that never make it to 3D.
here's what I've noticed so far: it's possible to walk, talk, chew, scrub, fold, breathe, listen and think with tenderness. On my morning walk I picture myself moving through the air with tenderness, and meeting the earth with tenderness in each step. I can tenderly wash dishes and water my plants. When I am listening, I can imagine my attention as a soft pillow upon which your words can rest. I can speak in tones that will nurture and comfort those who listen. When I fold laundry, I can intend love into each crease, so that when the garment is worn, joy will be released like a fragrance. When I bake, I can add loving intention just like I add the eggs. I can sense my heart before speaking or acting, and intend to express compassion.
I'm becoming aware of what makes tenderness different than mindfulness for me - tenderness is an active extension, whereas mindfulness seems to be receptive. Each has its place, and its charm. The experiment continues.