Pull up a chair
I believe we belong to one another.
There is always room for one more chair
There is almost always a chair being added somewhere. Another leaf for the table, another plate set out, another name added to the list before anyone asks twice.
Some weeks it is three people. Some weeks it is thirty, and we figure out the chairs as we go.
Helping rarely waits for a plan
Most help starts with no real plan. Someone hears about a hard week, and a dish gets made, a box gets packed, a ride gets offered before anyone figures out the details.
It is rarely the perfect thing. It shows up anyway, and that is fine for now.
Whatever the occasion, we'll make one up
A potluck or a porch sit or a Tuesday for no reason at all, and people show up without much of a plan beyond showing up.
Some of them stick. Those are the ones we keep doing, on a shelf here or in someone else's calendar.
Some jobs are better when nobody gets credit
We give time where it is needed, even when the job is mostly lifting, sorting, or wiping things down.
The people and places already doing the work know what helps. We try to listen, pitch in, and stay out of the way.
Things I've caught myself thinking while the chairs get set out
Same faces, different Tuesday
Most of what happens here started with someone showing up who didn't have to. Some of it is small, a ride or an extra chair. Some of it turns into the thing I'd miss most, and I never would have planned it that way.
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I believe we belong to one another.
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