Late Gifts are Often Perfectly Timed

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MORE winter accessories for the refugees arrived a few weeks ago. One of the boxes was sent by a West Virginia teen who spread word of the need among family and friends. She received many contributions, all BRAND NEW. I had already run through my inventory and it was great to receive the box in the mail.

Isn’t that lovely and inspiring, that a young person would take that on? I love that she didn’t wait for her church or an organization to launch a major campaign, but just learned of a need and saw where she could plug in. By such, the world is changed!

Temps were in the 50s and 60s when the box arrived and I considered the contents an excellent start for when the cold weather returned, possibly October or November. Ha! It’s plenty cold here now.

Yesterday I took everything I had along to class. In short time, it all was snatched up by surprised and shivering students who’d just blown in on the wind. One earwarmer at a time, one scarf at a time, one hat at a time, the pile dwindled.

A Congolese woman selected a pair of neon orange gloves and wore them all through class, the entire 2-1/2 hours. I wish I’d taken a photo. I am often tempted to pull out my phone and snap a picture, but I don’t want them to feel like oddities or curiosities or something we find amusing.

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Quote Found Among My Scraps

“It’s hard to companion someone in something where you yourself are unwilling to go.”

I jotted this down 5 years ago, but don’t know where I saw it or who said it. Still, I think it’s a good quote.

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Wandering Through Unfinished Works

WANDERING THIS WEEK
through the unfinished starts –
partial paragraphs,
seeds of chapters,
full-blown outlines
forgotten and tucked away.

So many sentences of substance
looking for a place to settle.
finding no home.

Walking the path
from one season to another, I am
like my dog
on the bridge
drawn left and right to every scent,
periodically peering into the waters,
trying to decide where to jump in.

Not here,
not here,
not here,
nope, not here.

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