This morning I took all the food that was donated by all the yogarians over to the Food Pantry. I had never been to the Food Pantry, so had no idea what to expect.
It was small, and filled with, well, …food. The woman I had spoken to on the phone was there, and she and another woman were getting ready to open.
Eggs were being delivered and I had to “Stand aside!” as a man carrying eggs, barreled in.
I took the food in, and the woman behind the counter said, “This looks like a wonderful food drive!”
I thought, “Oh. A food drive…that’s what this was… I didn’t think of it that way, somehow… I just thought of it as, “Bring food and don’t pay for yoga.” I thought of it as, “Do a good deed! Bring food!”
But apparently it was a “Drive.”
Thing is, I don’t like to be driven. Driven is not all that yogic, you know?
What’s a better word?
How about, “give?” It wasn’t a drive, it was a give.
Yeah, that feels right.
And what do yoga people give to a food give? They give a lot of beans, and organic soups, and Kashi cereal. And they also give more of the things that people who come to the Pantry expect to receive, too: boxes of mac and cheese and stove-top stuffing, etc.
Some people thought of coffee. Someone donated a big tin of cookies! (oh yay! somebody got cookies!)
I wanted to stay and watch what people left with, but I didn’t.
There were a few people there waiting for it to open when I left, and they looked kinda sad.
But tonight, hopefully, there is enough yummy food in some houses for some people to be able to have a special Christmas dinner.
God bless all who eat this food, and all who gave.