November is a fine month. Between October’s football and bonfires and December’s sensorial chaos, we have a glorious four weeks in between to sit back, take in the view, and indulge. In this blessed window, we may reflect on the year’s comings and goings, and what we’ve gained, lost, and ultimately learned from.
We allow ourselves the opportunity to remember, and account for, the gifts in our lives: the relationships where we find security, that inspire us, that provide the chance to share time, talent, and treasure. Giving is like dominoes. One act pushes another, opens a new view. It’s in the act of giving that we find reward and pleasure.
Sometimes giving isn’t about being present; it’s about offering space and breathing room. It’s about refraining, preserving our energy so that our minds and bodies can be healthy and able to serve. In absence, in drawing back, we’re able to see our edges. We are able to live—and give—more effectively.
Our ways of showing care are different and singular, like the bend of a signature. We put our own spin on how we give. Like our fingerprints or the scars that we bear, our ways of service are personal and profound. After all, there is only one of you, here.
So, give. It’s a potent word that doesn’t require much fanfare. It is the bell. It is the whistle. And it means something different—yet the same—to us all.
Blair Knobel, Editor-in-Chief
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