She sets a table worthy of a photo shoot.
Her refrigerator brims with beverages to please any palette.
She sends invites, organizes, plans, and welcomes with enthusiasm.
A red thread of hospitality pulls her.
She grips steering wheel through snowstorms, taking immigrants to INS.
When stray cats appear at her farm, she takes them to the vet for shots and fixing.
She translates, delivers groceries to the sick, and keeps her parent’s books.
A red thread of service pulls her.
He runs and cycles with commitment.
Videos of Navy Seals spur forward movement.
Salads are a daily staple.
A red thread of physical fitness pulls him.
He cannot see water without looking for fins.
On life’s pie chart, the hours he’s spent fishing slice wide.
He works in a bait shop, makes his own lures, and has a bass mounted on his wall.
A red thread of angling pulls him.
I’ve been thinking about my own red thread(s).
One of them is…..I see you.
The grocery checker, a homeless woman walking along San Diego Harbor, Henrietta.
Sawubona
We see you.
How do we have to be as a human beings, for someone else to be free?
This is beautiful Gail, thank you! I will try to carry this message through my day.