I have been pondering the act of giving, and how we can live more as a gift to ourselves and others. Instead of living in the commodity mode of exchange our culture fosters, how can I give of myself more steadily to others?
Is this even a goal of which to aspire?
Here is how I’ve been thinking about it. Life itself is an amazing gift we’ve all been given. If we’re alive and reading this sentence, we’re blessed with minutes and hours and days and perhaps years. The earth gives so much to us: fat books with delicious stories, blueberry pies baked by a co-worker, smells of sweet grass in fields. She gives us sunrises, sunsets and wild thunderstorms.
Just think of what she supplies, so graciously, oh it’s nothing. Here’s breakfast, lunch and dinner and even a decadent red apple hanging oh-so-beautifully from that dappled tree. Here’s wood to keep warm, wind to blow your laundry dry, cool lakes to relieve that summer heat.
Dive in, enjoy all the gifts!