Greasy wool transformed.
Dyed, hand-twisted, and knitted.
Good Medicine Bag.
Pardon the poor Haiku.
I spent yesterday creating a medicine bag for a child I will never know. A boy, probably. A boy who either has cancer or is the brother of a child with cancer. All I know is that he will attend Camp Sanguinity next summer, and for a full week can forget about cancer and just have fun. While he is there, he and the other 139 children at camp will receive a medicine bag filled with good luck charms.
Though I will never know that boy, he will know me. He will know that some stranger cared about him long enough to create a special bag for him and send him all the good luck she could.
YOU can be a “stranger,” too. I could use some help. Right now, only a double handful of people have offered to help with the project. I need medicine bags and tiny charms (that’s the easy, fun part) to fill them. I need people with hearts of gold to send some good will to these children.
Go to the original post and let me know you want to help. If you feel so moved, write about the project and link to it, so other people will know. That would help tremendously.
My blogging will be sporadic for awhile. Although I will still be blogging, I probably will not post daily (and I won’t feel guilty). I won’t be at my computer much. Right now, this project seems much more worthy to me than a few paltry words on this blog. Until I know it’s “in the bag,” I have some work to do.
Y’all take care.