It's All About Connection

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This husband and I…

Took our annual trip to the Historic Market Square…love the colors…love the shops…love the fish tacos at the cute little restaurant there…

Perused the vendors…admired the Lucha Libre toys…again with the wrestling action figures…resisted the ring that came with four wrestlers…

The place was quiet, void of patrons, which was odd…maybe because it was Monday…maybe because it’s winter…not sure why, but shopping went quickly…

So thrifters us headed to the Goodwill store and what to my wondering eyes should I see?…a mug…the Hawaiian mug from 1997 traveler me bought as a souvenir at Hilo Hattie’s in Honolulu…

Of course it wasn’t THE mug…that mug is tucked in the cupboard waiting for that oldest daughter of mine to visit…because it’s her favorite…the one she always uses when she comes home…

But we connected, that Goodwill mug and shopper me…her owner and I like two ships in the night…same year, same shop, same beautiful hibiscus mug…

And so it is…in life…we are all connected in some way, somehow…can’t always see it, don’t always know it…but it’s there…

In who we are…in what we believe…in what we stand for…in our faith…in our action…in our choices…

And maybe even in that little Hilo Hattie-from-Honolulu-coffee-mug-bought-in-1997 who now, so sadly, needs a new home…
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And that daughter of mine…agrees…