During the last 38 days I’ve learned to think from different angles about the people who mean the most to me. Two days ago I was thinking of the word hospitality.
Who are some of the most hospitable people I know? …A list of names ran quietly though my head.
It wasn’t long before I thought of you.
Thank you so much for the wonderful meals you provided during my stay in Ecuador. It seems you extended an invitation to something wonderful almost every day. Thank you for helping me with the water hose, the extra tube of toothpaste, and the great conversations we’ve shared so many nights just as the sun slipped away after its 12 hours aloft. I’m a grateful beneficiary of your hospitality.
I suppose I’ll never forget the conversation we all shared one night early on as we dared venture into the topics where we most diverge.
Christianity. Feminism. The role of a high power. We couldn’t be more different in areas that shape us both to the very core of our identity. I laugh thinking if I’d been born a woman what a terrible feminist I’d have been. Ha.
But we respect one another, and it’s such a treasured gift in these times. In a world that’s tossing civility out the window, we can still disagree without being disagreeable. It’s a big deal, this special thing we share and enjoy.
I joke around that you are Madam Presidente, but the truth is your are a great community leader. And it’s so special that you do things quietly not shouting them from the mountaintop as so many fools we see today. You truly understand the greater good about things.
It’s great calling you my friend and neighbor. Thank you for all you do.
Tomorrow, I write about someone you know well.
Until we meet again,