Food security occurs when people have consistent access
to sufficient safe and nutritious food to maintain a healthy and active life.
For too many people, food security is a dream and food insecurity is their reality.
At the present time, one child dies from hunger-related causes every 5 seconds.
In the U.S., more than 43 million Americans don't have enough to eat.
Sunday afternoon, Joe, Laney and I turned in our donations, picked up our signs - and started walking at our very first Crop Walk sponsored by New Hope UMC. As we walked, we held up signs for passing cars to read - and some even honked their horns. Very exciting for the grandbabes.
When Joe and Laney got tired of all the sign-holding, they raced ahead of MoMo until they heard 'freeze' - the took off again at '1-2-3 Go'
And, even with the walking and running - we still were lagging behind. I discovered that walking with two little ones requires many stops -- to look at bugs, to pick flowers and to chunk rocks into the water -- all of that, might have slowed us down a bit.
Which means we were the very last ones to cross the finish line -- and even though the crowd had thinned out a bit - they still cheered us thru those final steps.
Later, as we enjoyed a sweet treat at Braum's Ice Cream - we all agreed that walking 3 miles was further than we thought it would be (if you look carefully - you can see Laney in her white jacket waiting for Joe and I to finish the 3 mile walk - her short legs only lasted 1 mile). We also agreed that we were very tired -- but, we felt good that we collected donations and walked to raise awareness to World Hunger. And, on that walk, we made some sweet memories too. Plus, they both want to do it again next year.
1. the treatment of disease or disorders, as by some remedial, rehabilitative, or curative process: speech therapy.
2. a curative power or quality.
3. any act, task, program, etc., that relieves tension.
This bag of 'therapy' supplies was purchased two weeks ago from my local yarn shop. I spent a couple of hours, petting and fondling the yarns, talking knitting with the shop owner and her staff. I drove home, did some weekend chores and a bit of creative sewing and the yarn was stashed in my knitting bag and forgotten.
And, then this past week I had need for my little bag of 'therapy supplies' to perform an 'act, task, program, etc, that relieves tension'. The absolutely senseless bombings in Boston, the poison laced letters mailed to a Senator & our President, the defeat of the gun bill in the senate, and, the news of an explosion that ripped through the little community of West, Texas. Like most of America, I felt bruised, battered and my heart ached.
I clicked away from the constant news channels and onto a DIY home improvement show. With the television volume on low, the skeins of yarn were wound into balls, needles chosen and stitches cast on -- I so needed that gentle rhythm of yarn & needles, working together. Knitting to me is a form of meditation - my mind clears and my spirit lifts. The needles make a soft clicking sound that is music to my ears - my body relaxes and my hands seem to perform the motions required almost on their own. And, as the yarn and needles make cloth out of strands of yarn -- I think of all those in need of comfort and strength -- and, my meditation turns to prayer.