How did I get so lucky to have my heart awakened to others and their suffering?
Pema Chodron
Yes, the suffering of others is real…
Yesterday we met our friends without homes at 1:00 at Rosalita’s. We put laundry in the washers, sat and ate homemade sandwiches, and took those who wanted showers to TUM for warm showers. The rest of us hung around and talked while the clothes were cleaned and dried.
One of our friends talked about his daughter’s baby who died. Another mentioned he was going to start over in Colorado. I find that meeting our friends once a month is a simple work. It takes a just enough coordination to make it all work and create a safe space for connection and dialogue. The piece that I enjoy most is the relationships. We are greeted each month with news about family and friends. I wonder, “Why should my friends without homes trust us/me?” The only answer I have found is that we have a consistent presence in their life. Once a month, on the first Sunday of every month, for the last fours years etc..
We served about fourteen people yesterday; a few had homes but came for sandwiches, food from the Trader Joes donation, clothing, and/or conversation. The rest live in tents or under bridges near the Fanno Creek in Tigard. There were eleven volunteers helping with S&L ~ far beyond the days when it was only Elaine, Jason, and I.
Back at the Samuelson home we had our double garage full of donated food from Trader Joes. The food went to at least six homes. The rest was distributed to migrant workers west of Tigard.
It was a beautiful day yesterday in many different ways. Being awakened to others suffering and standing in it with them on a consistent basis – this is our greatest privilege.
Darla