I was hungry on the way to work today.
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My green Shake didn’t cut it.
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I remembered Starbucks – haven’t been there in forever.😉
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At the red (traffic) light I ordered my ice tea and egg bites. I parked, walked in, heard my name called, and was greeted with a radiant smile (as if I had made HER day).
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I realized (again) that I have the privilege of living in an abundant world.
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And through no skill of my own, I was born into a country, a family, and a culture where I can flow easily and comfortably through my days.
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I then saw a picture of Tayina, age 6, in my mind. She hung out with me at lunch during our field trip to the beach (Culture Camp, Love Orphanage, Haiti, 2018).
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She patiently waited for everyone to be served. For grace to be said by her adopted father Gabriel. For the group to surprise me by singing Happy Birthday (it was one).
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There was no outward indication by these children that they rarely ate meat or sometimes only had two plates of rice and beans a day.
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There was only patience, happiness to be with us, and when I looked … the quiet hunger in their polite eyes for a heaping plate of food that was never their day to day reality.
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So I ate my convenient eggs today with a Love Soaked Heart, a fierce gratitude, and a continued commitment to bring the children of Love O the things they deserve and don’t have … simply due to where they were born.
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If you want to meet the Love O kids, visit my Making a Difference page.
Peace be with you and with all. No exceptions.
Kids are hungry in the United States. So are their parents. It’s mind boggling really living in a first world with an enormous third world issue. Hunger. It may not be easy to spot unless you are hungry. Or live in those kind of neighborhoods. Or are the family struggling to meet ends meet while your neighbors know nothing about your plight. Schools, teachers, neighbors, scout troops, churches all share something in common. They feed the hungry. Let’s do that. A lot more often. Until there is no more hunger in the US. Giving a meal means more than you know to a hungry belly.
Learn the one essential skill that allows you to face any challenge with confidence, sturdiness, and inner calm.
More than a technique. It’s a game changer.
My basement is already filling with toys and gifts for the SisterHood families. This is the TWENTY THIRD year of the SisterHood Holiday Gift Drive and I realize that it now has a momentum of it’s own. We’ve served anywhere from 250 to all 450 during these years.
It’s uncomfortable feeling the darkness within the belly, leaking into the day. The waking to news that frightens, angers, and confuses you. This world gone astray.
It was a day of exquisite Fall beauty, poignant pain, and inspiring hope. We stood among 600 people gathered at a local park for the 9th annual Out of the Darkness Walk. Many groups carrying photos of lovely humans or wearing t-shirts honoring those they lost to suicide.
I pulled into a crowded Target parking lot on a windy, sunny afternoon.nI’ve been doing a bunch of errands and had plenty of direct experience with busy roadways, impatient drivers, and crowded parking lots.
The Art of Becoming 6 week Journey offers an invitation to step outside the boundaries of your life as you know it. To go on a pilgrimage to the unknown. Within a circle of sisters.
I’m at home in the redwoods of California. My whole being knows this to be true. Until 10 months ago, I was not aware that such a place existed for me.
