Day 131f: A Family-made Falafel … (September 07, 2019)
The ladies at the library had mentioned how wonderful the local Blue Phoenix Cafe was and even called ahead to let the owner know I was coming over for lunch. And indeed when I arrived there a great warmth exuded from both the space itself and the people therein. Amenie (the owner) was exceptionally kind, and Ellen & Calvin & Warren were all super-nice as well. And the food – my goodness! Amenie made (and joyfully offered) me what was probably the most delicious falafel wrap of my entire life. Even more sustaining, of course, was the loving discourse we all shared – about life and love and purpose; about the challenges of my Walk and the trials of life in general and how we can all best transcend the same by caring for others during those same times of tribulation. And then, with my message wholeheartedly offered (and this time, at least, seemingly quite well received) and a Love more deeply shared, it was time for me to wish them all well and depart …
“If more people understood how wonderful it is to have a sense of Home that extends well past our locked doors and past our neighbors’ padlocks – all the way to the local food co-op and the library, and all along the sidewalks busted up by old trees. In truth, if we just all held our Home with longer arms, we’d live in a very different world, a world where we would begin to see that each moment presents an opportunity to relax into deeper interactions, to notice more than whether the wind has shifted or a storm is coming – to notice if that stranger needed a smile or that our friend’s toddler has decided to wear dinner instead of eating it. And if we all did this we would see that each minute counts for something timeless and priceless and meaningful and, if we wanted, we could all find our way into these big, tiny, richer moments … We could become real neighbors – neighbors who are willing to cross the road for one another. And there is so much road-crossing to do. We are all very busy in our own circles. We have our own people to go to and our own affairs to take care of. And yet if we would simply cross the road once in a while and pay attention to what is happening to others on the other side, we might indeed become neighbors, and our communities might indeed one day be healed.” ~ inspired by Dee Williams & Henri Nouwen
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