The Gift of Handmade Socks: photo by Victoria Paulsen
Good Morning, God!
I confess, I like my “adventures” to be mostly virtual. Perhaps that is why I am quite taken with my friend’s upcoming adventure. She shares her preparation at ByFootandThumb.blogspot.com
Vickie is a friend from high school who hitchhiked through France 50 years ago. In April of this year, she and her friend Mary will set off for France to recreate that trip, leaving her husband, children and grandchildren behind.
Hitchhiking is a far cry from our Grand Circle mode of traveling, God. I have trouble with the 50 pound suitcase limit. Yet, the idea of living out of an 11 pound backpack, while distressing, is also appealing!
In this recent blog Vickie tells about her substitute teaching assignment — discussing Pablo Neruda’s poem about the “gift” of handmade socks — just one day after she received these beautiful handmade socks from a friend in Colorado. She — and the person in Neruda’s poem — felt unworthy of such a “gift of love.”
Vickie shares how she would love to be able to take these sock with her on the trip — to share that knitting socks for friends is still part of “America” — “part of what makes up the better part of us.”
Now, I am sharing too — sharing a window into Another Person — sharing her upcoming adventure — all the while seated comfortably in my office loft. Adventures are important, God. I know that. And I know that they come in endless variety. Adventures AND gifts of love come in diverse shapes and forms.
Please help me, God, to open my heart and life to more adventures — and more giving and receiving of such small, and seemingly ordinary, Gifts of Love. Thank You!
Story teller,
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