Today I ran in a race. It was a negative 3 morning, the race was a short 3.2 miles down the main street of Houghton, over the bridge and back again. Straight-forward. The sun was bright and the wind was calm -no sign of a storm in the morning sky.
As I ran with my friend and talked with others along the way I noticed that - although we were having fun - most forth-coming comments were about what we didn't seem to have enough of. Enough warmth in our hands and feet, enough hydration to make us happy, enough strength to get up Tuzcuco Street without walking at least part of the way, enough speed, enough of the right clothes so as not to be too hot or too cold. And on and on.
And I had a thought about shelter and how it is such a good, good thing. My warm house, my family and caring friends, marshmellows. Having just enough of this or of that is shelter. It makes for feelings of satisfaction and safety.
After it was over and I was home sitting next to a warm fire, I wished I'd been more straight-forward. I wished I would have noticed the really good threads woven into the day and put them into some simple words for my friends.
We really do have the opportunity to be a shelter or a storm to just about everyone we meet.
Next time! I'll work on that.
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