the journey to hiraeth

In the whirlwind of changing times, when the weight of financial concerns intensifies, it becomes challenging to hold onto the essence of what truly matters. Particularly during the holidays, a season I cherish above all others, I find joy in giving. Delving into the intricate thought behind each gift, I annually challenge myself to discover something deeply meaningful for each person in my life, making the act of giving a special endeavor. Sadly, this year will see me unable to do as much.

Amidst these challenges, I often reflect on life lessons learned from unexpected sources. One poignant memory stands out—a lesson that resurfaces whenever life’s burdens seem insurmountable. It takes me back to a time during our annual family camping trip, where we crossed paths with two older homeless men fishing by the river.

As a young girl, my initial apprehension about these strangers stemmed from preconceived notions fueled by stereotypes. Yet, my mother, wise beyond measure, decided to accept their invitation for dinner at their campsite, taking my sister and me along. The journey to their campsite was fraught with nervous anticipation, but as we arrived, any fear dissolved.

The camp, adorned with an old truck carrying a trove of belongings in its bed, and a picnic table featuring an ancient hand-crank radio, spoke of their humble circumstances. Despite their worn appearance, the two men greeted us with genuine warmth. They shared the fish they had caught earlier that day, serving the meal in humble pie tins while we sipped apple juice from quaint mason jars.

That evening left an indelible mark on my young heart. It shattered my preconceived judgments and instilled a profound lesson—that true generosity and kindness know no material bounds. In their simplicity, those two older men taught me not to judge a book by its cover. They showcased that making a lasting impression on someone doesn’t demand wealth or extravagance.

In the face of current challenges, I draw strength from the memory of those kind-hearted older men. Their ability to offer hospitality and share what little they had remains a beacon of inspiration. As I navigate these trying times, I carry with me the invaluable lesson that the essence of life lies not in possessions but in the genuine connections we forge and the kindness we extend, regardless of our circumstances.