Inspired

I, like most people I know (and most I imagine), have been riveted by the terrible situation in Haiti and cheered by the few bright spots amid the suffering.

Here in the ‘Burgh, we were especially drawn to the rescue of 54 orphans from the BRESMA orphanage run by two local sisters, Jamie and Ali McMutrie, largely orchestrated through a grassroots effort that began with a fellow local blogger, Virginia Montanez of That’s Church. (Although calling her a fellow blogger is more than a little literary license — a bit like calling Martha Stewart a “fellow gardener.”)

I dreamt of Haitian orphans last night. I see them and want to start adoption proceedings immediately. But instead, I, like most people I know (and most I imagine) made a small donation and prayed both for those suffering and those trying to help. I’m privileged to know one such helping organization, Global Links, personally.

Pittsburgh-based Global Links has been working with Hôpital Albert Schweitzer staff as well as local physicians deploying with disaster relief agencies to procure donations of needed medical materials, medicines, and equipment. In addition to providing donations from its own inventory, Global Links is fielding and directing solicitations to UPMC and its network of vendors.

Global Links also provided local first-responder physicians who secured transportation to Haiti  with key medical materials to hand-carry on their flights, including sutures, bandages, surgical instruments, gloves, casting materials, and more. Items most commonly needed by all medical personnel working in Haiti now range from sutures and crutches to antibiotics and bandages to surgical instrumentation, X-ray film and more. Global Links has been directing the collection, preparation, packing, and shipping of these supplies.

Even more, Global Links has been and will be working in Haiti for years to come as this poor, poor nation and people strive to recover.

The selflessness of individuals like the McMutries, the efforts of humanitarian organizations like Global Links, and the tremendous skill and commitment of our own military men and women have been so inspiring to see. They make what I do every day or any little triviality I may write about fade away in comparison. So for now, I’ll just pass along a bit of their stories — they deserve all the telling and all the credit we can give. And while you have a minute, please say a quick prayer for Haiti’s people — they, too, deserve all the help we can give.

When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Da. More snow mean beeger hats.

The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.
~ e.e. cummings

A little magic

At this morning’s 4:00 a.m. feeding (sadly, cats not babies), I was gazing out the back door at all the beautiful snow and thinking how a deer would just complete the scene perfectly.

Now, I’ve never seen deer in our back yard. Down the street, yes. But never in our yard or anywhere close by.

Not 10 seconds later, I spotted a large object moving out of my line of sight.

A dog? That blasted demon dog of the neighbor’s?

Nope. A deer!

I scrambled to the side window and saw a small doe walk by and then the big doe who had caught my eye. She was framed perfectly in the wreath on the window. I looked at her; she looked at me. Then both deer darted away.

Really, it was so cool and a little ask-and-ye-shall-receive eerie. It made me glad I hadn’t been thinking….“Hmmmm, perfect scene for Sasquatch to appear.” and sorry I hadn’t thought …“Ohhhh, a gold coin tree glistening in the snow…”

But it was still magical. Especially since the constant stop-n-go snow over the past few days has every object in the garden wearing a puffy white Russian hat.

Like this planter.

A 7½” puffy white Russian hat.

And this Christmas topiary.

And the usually flat flying-saucer landscape lights.

And the birdfeeders. Seen here through the very wreath-framed window, that outlined the doe, who would have made a lovely photo, had I had the camera, and the light, to take her picture at 4:00 a.m., whilst feeding those blasted cats.


Winter came down to our home one night
Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again.
~ Bill Morgan, Jr.

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