Late this afternoon I walked home from our little shop, where we sort and pack donations from kind people who want to reach out and help the Refugees who are travelling across Europe.
The road I walk along, where I live, is a quiet street with houses along one side and an open space on the other. Across the trees there is a great view of the hills and the sky. As I am walking it begins to snow. The flakes fall softly on my shoulder, the temperature is dropping and the sky is heavy.
I am thinking of other women who used to have homes to go to. Women who have seen their families parted, sometimes through death and often through the destruction of their cities and towns. Women carrying their babies and walking for miles towards a safer life. I am watching the sky and the snow falling and thinking that they too can see the same sky and perhaps also have snowfall on their shoulders.
I am seeing in my minds eye the pictures of the children without winter shoes, standing on frosty ground in summer sandals. I am seeing the babies, who are so cold and quietly trying to sleep, I am their Mother. We are all their Mother or Father. These children are all our children and the sooner the world accepts this the better it will be for all.
I am fortunate, I have a key to my home, and when I arrive, shaking the snow from my coat I enter into warmth and light. I have familiar things around me and a family, safe and well. I have a fridge and cupboards full of food and a warm bed to sleep in later. Yet my thoughts are never far from those other women, my sisters under the skin. They have the same hopes and dreams as I do. They once had jobs and warm comfortable homes. Their children used to sleep in bedrooms, under blankets and be safe. Woman to woman I feel the need to help as best I can.
The shop this afternoon was busy as dozens of people arrived carrying warm clothes, winter shoes and many other wonderful things, Such things have taken on a whole new importance for me, from seeing the absence of these things and the fear and cold in the eyes of those who are struggling. I know that within the month all these donations will be distributed to people in need, and for a little while I feel content that we have been able to help.
People keep saying thank you to us, in our little shop, thank you for letting us help, thank you for finding a way to send things, thank you for stepping up, thank you for inspiring us. To all of them I say no, thank you, for restoring my faith in people, for helping and for being a part of the change we want to see in this world.
Hummingbirds every one.