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A Deeper Yes

Dear Friends,

A couple of weeks ago, I attended a retreat with Nipun Mehta and ServiceSpace.  Here are some reflections on service… especially in terms of moving from obligatory service to that which truly calls us.   

A Deeper Yes

“Just say yes.”

That was my mantra for the ServiceSpace retreat.

I was determined to leave resistance at home and serve with a new level of grace.  I was willing to be called and chosen, shaken and stirred, in whatever way would be most helpful.

That’s why on Saturday morning, when I was summoned to help prepare a feast for 50-plus people, I said “yes.”  I went to the kitchen, found a sharp knife, and stood before a mountain of broccoli.  It was mine.  I was going to scale it like a German Tank.  I would conquer the broccoli and have something to show for my effort.   Tangible results.  Evidence.

I picked up broccoli stalk number one and cut it into bite-sized florets.  I peeled the woody stalk like Nikki taught me.

Then Trishna approached me.

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Love’s Footprints

My colleagues who know about Pet Grief said “Get a paw print from Stella before she dies.”

Determined to honor her passing exactly right, I vowed “I will get that footprint.”

So in the midst of inconclusive vet visits and internet searches for horrifying dog illnesses, I staggered over to Michaels to survey their Pet Memorial Products.  There I found The Pet Memorial Stepping Stone.  The picture on the box indicated you could cement-secure a pristine footprint from your dog and then decorate it with mosaic tiles!

Perfect.  I got two.

I came home and mixed the cement.  Then the task of convincing stubborn Stella to step in it…

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The Dearness of Being

Tour de Cluck:

Why would three grown-up professional women dress like chickens and ride rented bicycles on a rainy day in Davis California?

Two of my sisters (Judy and Carol) and I recently participated in the Tour de Cluck, an annual bike tour of backyard chicken coops.   It’s for charity.  Each biker-chick pays an entry fee that supports a farm to school program.  School lunches, gardens, and recycling programs flourish because people like us, born to be wild, pay to bike-waddle from coop to coop.

I didn’t expect the Rose Bowl Parade.  I thought in terms of Gay Pride – hundreds of costumed well-intentioned citizens for a worthy cause.   The Tour de Cluck was smaller than Gay Pride.  Plus I counted only four people dressed as chickens – my sisters, me, and one other dedicated soul.

It was totally worth it.  I would do it again.

My friend Brock talks about “the dearness of things” and the Tour de Cluck allowed me to hover in “Dearness.”

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