HART AND ELENA 2012
Funny how things turn into memories so quickly…
And how I can’t seem to keep up with a record of it all…
Three weeks ago, our minister asked the congregation if any individuals would be able to visit some of our community members that live in personal care homes, or are shut-ins. It’s a great idea, and a very thoughtful one, but…I can’t. Our church community is in a town at least a half hour away, and I’m not in a position to dedicate that much driving and time in my day.
But at the same time, the request sat with me.
I am at a point right now, where I’m feeling that life fairly swirls around me. Last week alone, I went to a chorale concert, consulted with a school for a new front garden design, went to a musical, saw a play at the theatre, did a couple workouts, and will be going to a music recital later today after I go shopping. The dogs and I had a great walk in the woods this morning, and I still have to scrub the tile in the bathroom, and dream up something for supper. I work tomorrow, and my mother-in-law needs to come over in the evening to learn how to use FaceBook.
Sometimes, I wonder what I would do, if I didn’t have all that to do; my life wasn’t always this way. And so the request stayed with me…and my answer was to do what I could.
I could write a letter. I could write a letter once a week, and say hello. Hello, I don’t know anything about you, other than the fact that you are lonely and maybe, just maybe, you would like a letter to read, and know that someone cares enough to think about you.
So, I did. Two letters have been written, both mailed on a Monday, a week apart. There will be another one mailed next Monday, at the start of another busy week. I try to make them funny, and interesting…in one letter, describing how tentatively Elena scratched the young bull’s head at the Winter Fair, and how fascinated/grossed-out she was when the bull stuck his tongue up his nose!
Little memories. Like how, when I was taking the dogs for the walk in the woods, they both found a scent; Odin sniffing so hard to track it, that he was spraying snuffles of snow. Bunny? Mouse? Deer? He liked it, anyway!
Little memories, and making more.