Sunday, October 6, 2019

Cornucopia of colors

The beast hid beneath the knobs and ridges surrounding it. Yellow tentacles twisted and stretched resting behind shades of green and gold. What was this beast lurking, waiting, capturing my imagination?

Gourd; noun: hard-shelled fruit whose dried shell is used for bowls and other utensils, used ornamentally.

How in the world am I supposed to make a bowl or dried anything out of a ten-legged gourd? Hm. At a foot across, it doesn't just blend with the centerpiece. It is the centerpiece. What in the world type of vine did this monster come from anyway? I sense a jolly green giant.

Yes, I saw the legs of this giant gourd snaking out from under the small gourds in the bin. Upon digging down, I found this incredibly wonderful gourd. Being a fan of fall decorations, this rock- mushroom-shell hunter had found the treasure. In fall decorating I use colorful leaves, gourds, pumpkins and Indian corn to blend into a cornucopia of fall delights. I gathered my tools and set to work. Well, I tried to set to work.

What do you do with a gourd that resembles a bunch of bananas run amuck? I tried placing small gourds around it. Had I painted eyes on it, the massive gourd would look like a giant octopus, taking over the gourd patch. Oh, yes, I was proud of this unusual gourd. It was a stand-alone beast that was beyond imagination.

You know, we are each in this bin of peoples of the world. There are treasures in the bin. Every one of us is special. We stand alone in our uniqueness. Let's make a beautiful centerpiece together. We are all gourdgeous.

Thursday, October 3, 2019

We are the difference

First of all, this is not about me. It is about our society. 
Yesterday I went to the store. In front of me as I was waiting to check out, a young mother was struggling with her three children. The most trouble was the two-year-old in the back of the cart. I started paying attention to his firetruck socks. Soon he was focused on me and not dropping groceries from the cart. The couple behind me started talking to me about their grandkids. It became a little community all its own. 

As I left the store, I came upon a woman in a wheelchair struggling with her keys. I asked if I could help her and did. We hugged and said we loved each other as surely we did. I had three opportunities in less than ten minutes. I had no agenda. I had no message. I had looked around me and seen what was needed. 

We all should be doing this. It isn't about praise or accolades. It is about being a tool to serve others and in turn serve ourselves. It is about being aware of what is around us and how we can make a difference. So help me. Keep your eyes and hearts open. 

We are the difference.