Well, just shy of 5am and I simply can’t sleep. Figured I’d make some coffee and get the day started. Thankfully, the storm that was supposed to whack most of Central Florida last night never strengthened, never roared….it just sort of rolled by growling. However, in its wake is this wonderfully cool breeze that reminds me often that the crisp air, though delayed way down here, will be arriving soon, and in its breath will be the hushed scents of earthy leaves, smoky hearths, and holiday dreams….
I’ve been doing this sort of “Three Bear Special” at my Etsy shop. You can pretty much buy three bears at a discount, but you get an even bigger discount for donating one of your bears to a charity, or a person, or a cause. I think I’d like to make this endeavor a little more specific and a little more long term. Allow me to explain:
As I’ve mentioned in prior post, there is this wonderful little Methodist church around the corner. Kara and I frequent their thrift store often, and whenever we are there, I do get this sense of intimate friendship, of caring, of outreach. There’s something about the mood of the building, the room, the church itself that doesn’t scream of impersonal Super Church, but of a quiet, caring, space where they meet only as a refuge when the congregation isn’t out in the community involving themselves with the betterment of the life around them.
They have this program called “Knit Wits” that meets on Wednesday mornings. In a nutshell, parishioners meet to knit, crochet, craft and sew things to make and then sell to fund the various charities the church involves itself with. I love the notion of hands crafting in mad joy various things that will go to feed, to clothe, to shelter….I love the idea of knitting needles clacking themselves together for the sake of hope. I love the idea of laughing even louder over the whirring of a sewing machine.
God knows, the generosity of people, the love and belief people have shown me results in but one mere truth: goodness in the world can never be silenced. As appalling as the media would like for many us to think the world has turned, people are generally beautiful, kind things who wish only the best for their fellow man. So, this is what I want to do.
I’m going to continue selling those three bears, but with a hitch. I’ll be sending one creme, and one oak tweed bear made from Lionbrand Yarn’s Fisherman’s Wool to the customer, but will be making a third to donate to the “Knit Wits” on the customer’s behalf. The church can either sell it or donate it to a kid who could use something to hold onto in rough times. I have to keep making a living selling my bears, but there has to be a purpose behind it. It can’t be for myself.
If this life of mine is to be great, if it is to capture and grasp the elusive desire for meaning, then I must remind myself that this talent of mine was not given to me for simple commerce; it is on loan for a greater good.