#BlogElul 28: Give









To give is to receive is a truth –
not a truism – for me.
My life is enriched by the act of giving
my heart is healed and whole
my soul connects with God.

I used to run a chorus
at an assisted living facility
You give so much, we’re so blessed
families would exclaim.
No, I would answer in all honesty,
I get so much more than I give.
These people were a blessing
we bonded over Cole Porter
reminisced over Irving Berlin
swooned over Frank Sinatra.
We shared meals and stories
and so much love.

When I see a homeless person
I always try to make a connection
sometimes with money
sometimes with food or coffee
most often with a smile
a short conversation followed by
a stay warm, stay dry, be safe.
We are all God’s creatures
I am not better than they
just luckier.

Each time I give of myself
connect with someone
I receive something immeasurable.
The expression on someone’s face
who is not used to being treated
like a person; a bit of their story;
kindness flowing between us
the creation of God’s light.

I’ve decided to participate for the first time in #blogElul, which I have followed for a few years. I’ve never had the courage to get my feet wet – this year, I’m jumping into the deep end of the pool! Check out some of the amazing  themed posts geared around the work and joy of Elul – of introspection and reflection in the days leading to the High Holy Days (Organized by Ima Bima.) You can read last year’s and this year’s #blogElul posts via the Elul tag.

About armsakimbobook

I'm a mother, a lawyer, a feminist, a writer, a potter, and an inveterate and unapologetic New Yorker. My book, Arms Akimbo: A Journey of Healing, tells of my journey of healing over a number of years, learning to live a full life after I was molested by my father at a very young age. I live in Maynard, MA, with my wife and and our two moose-cats, Samson and Hercules. My daughter used to live with me part-time, but she's all grown up now and in her junior year of college, which I can't quite fathom, since she was born about five minutes ago...
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