being ourselves is enough
Although raised in the rainy north, when I returned, schooled and married, the air seemed cooler. Most folks set in their circles, we gardened despite the rocks, hosting others on feast days. A brunch, a cookie klatch, garage parties. Cross-country ski and we’d ease into a hot tub.
At one dinner the wretch next door offered us to pick up their tabs. No kids, so surely we could pay. Across the street came the request to buy their house and rent it back to them. All this sound a little familiar? The more we are for others, the less we are ourselves. Yet the more we are ourselves, to givers we’re enough.
