and I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow ………………

Things can change at any moment. Finding yourself shorthanded you adapt and tie up loose ends. Problems that seem big, suddenly seem small, like a bramble in the wind. I spent all day running around preparing for the severe weather, in meetings, postponing some, missing others, like a tender footed juggernaut, taking donations, doling out gear, gathering supplies, sending a volunteer to help Occupy Las Cruces do some work,  listening to the wind.

Pamela even called, at the end of day, to offer to open the resource room of the HOPE for those who don’t have tents or whose tents didn’t make it past five ‘o clock , which is awesome.

Sometimes authority and leadership are a like being a tumble weed. And there are boundaries for for all things, most of them completely natural and easy to recognize, like a wave upon the shore. Listening, is not the same as speaking clearly, and sometimes the distance between the two seems enormous. Learning to bridge that distance is part of having compassion for yourself as one homeless volunteer. Even in the face of howling winds and the cold visages of indifference.

I hope the restructuring we will have to do next week can happen smoothly. This is the first time I have sat down all day. We shall see. By the way, the tipi is rock solid, like the eye of the storm……………

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