Day 165: Meeting Muriel

18 Sep

This morning I had a quiche to deliver, from yesterday, and once that was done I planned on going to church. Well, it seems that God had other plans for me. I arrived at my friends house with the quiche in hand and she invited me in for a moment. And then we sat and talked for an hour and a half! We shared so many of our stories and it was really nice to spend time getting to know her better.

After I said goodbye, I stopped to purchase fruit to make today’s pie. I already had fresh blackberries that I had picked yesterday and so I chose to purchase local peaches. They were fresh and ripe and beautiful. Here is what the mise en place looked like for this pie:

Today’s pie recipient was suggested to me by a friend. He recommended a fellow parishioner who he thought would appreciate it. And so, once my pie was baked I called upon Muriel. When she answered, I explained my pie project and that she had been nominated to receive a pie by our friend. Muriel was pleased to hear this news and confirmed the directions to her home.

When I arrived, Muriel invited me in to chat for a while. We’d never met before and yet we spent half an hour talking about our lives and our families and how grateful we both were for everything we had. Imagine, this conversation was made possible simply because I brought Muriel a pie. What might the world might be like if this was something that happened more often?

One Response to “Day 165: Meeting Muriel”

  1. Deedie September 19, 2011 at 9:20 PM #

    Karen, dearie… I am so excited to be a small part of your mission. It is just so powerful and amazing.
    My nominations are people for days in October:
    1. 10.10.11 — Vaughn Bornet, who will be 94.
    2. 10.17.11 — Majorie Stober ___ Hargadine St. Marjorie will be @ 88. She’s been sad for about 35years because her husband whom she loved dearly up and DIED on her. She’s tried to live life since — sings in many choirs, plays bridge 3-4 times a week, knows the lines of every play and song and is ordinarily grumpy (but a bleeding heart inside).

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