I found a basket on my front porch.
It's empty.
It needs filling.
Though it looks like a non-descript market basket, one that you may see a neighbour carrying fresh produce in during her foray last summer to the local farmer's market, it was actually created by a woman who weaves to feed her family.
She weaves day and night.
Her young daughters weave alongside her.
Together, they receive pennies for their efforts.
Still, their efforts allow them to continue running their own business,
to continue reaching for a better life.
I want to fill this basket with nourishment.
Abundantly
A bountiful collection from my community
To the woman who weaves and to her community.
A listening ear
A few bandages for the little hurts
A fiddler to play music that weeps and reels
Fingertip touch to heal the scars
Smiles, miles and miles and miles of them.
Candles for the dark nights
Stars for wishing upon
Fleece for warmth
Bread and wine to share
Hands to help, to rock, to reach out
Unconditional love to help mend the big hurts
And a bouquet of summer field flowers for hope.
This basket is magical..........it will expand to include all that it needs to carry.
Care to put something else in it?
4 comments:
That was beautiful.
May I put the Gospel in that basket?
The power of Jesus through the Holy Spirit to heal and make whole anyone who asks.
Thank you.
thank you Ann.....You bet the Gospel can be added to the basket. Let's weave it throughout the reeds and tie it in a bow on the handle. :)
How inspirational. Put also lots of hugs in and the finest quality rainbow with beautiful colours including the pot of gold in the end. Rays of sunshine for the warmth and a jar of sillyness wich produces laughter .
Marja....i love those items....especially the jar of silliness. I see it sitting in with a jar of golden honey.
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