For the love of errands…

Errands, putterings, noodlings, piddlings, wreck-and-ordering…those little voyages we take to hunt and gather things and get stuff done are an integral part of our lives. While the errands are excursions with a purpose, in contrast, chores are those domestic obligations usually performed at home. In Old English, an “aerend” means message or mission with a duty. Running errands is often a mission of duty and yet satisfying in a way other actions in our lives may not be most days. We wander out into the world with a route or list to follow: stop here to drop off the dry cleaning; pick up the prescriptions; don’t forget to purchase those needed supper items at the grocery store… When we complete the route, the results are clear and usually achievable with a tangible and most satisfying conclusion.

To emphasize this point, I recently stumbled upon the social-media show “Errands” (from filmmaker Noah Blau) where someone is accompanied on their mission. Why is it a show so apparently ordinary has become incredibly popular? According to the creator: “Beauty is found in the minutiae, and the things that are banal are often the most interesting. It’s those in-between moments of life where growth and realization happen.” The genius of “Errands” is how it provides a window into the personalities and preoccupations of its participants. A stranger appears and announces the day’s errand. You are immediately privy to their internal monologues as they carry out the mission through serendipitous conversations and pit stops along the way. Each quick episode is a couple of minutes long and wastes no time in establishing a scene with introductions. We are suddenly passengers taken on a private expedition, instantly thrust into someone’s personal life. Even when someone does not accomplish the errand successfully, the process is fascinating. Each of us can relate; we appreciate a “to do” errand list as well as the satisfaction of checking-off each accomplishment.

When visiting others away from home, it is an interesting study to observe the highlights of their daily lives, especially while running errands with them. From what they listen to in the car and how they organize their route to what their chosen stops represent and who they encounter, these errand-running experiences reveal tidbits into daily lives. My paternal grandmother would occasionally enlist a friend to join in and run errands with her. This allowed them time to catch up and visit in person when their daily lives were often too difficult to schedule formal social time. As they both aged, running errands together also allowed them companionship and additional safety during the process (especially when one drove better than the other). On the other hand, I have a friend who strictly completes her errands in solitude because they are the rare break from “people duties.” She swears by “the soft-touch socialization I’m forced into while out and about…you know…the familiar clerk at the pharmacy, the neighbor in the produce section, or the former student in the line at the post office…each errand is its own little episode.”

Yes, errands get us out of our personal spaces away from our chores and into community with others. While it is tempting to hibernate or rely on delivery services, running errands captures that clever combination of the mundane with the meaningful and the magic of mingling tasks while collecting little epiphanies along the errand journey. For the love of errands, here’s hoping your next errands bring their own unique episodes and epiphanies.

Oh deer…

“Mama! We seen two deer. They’s both a doe but big as our bucks!”

It was the Summer of 1974 on the working ranch in the mountains we visited each year. It was mom’s birthday. We were waiting our turn on a bench outside the country store to use the pay phone booth to call daddy who was back home working. Mom got so tickled when she overheard this particular phone conversation coming from the booth, she had to step away to compose herself. That memorable statement became a family mantra that particular summer and momma continued to giggle every single time it came up even years later.

While sitting at our kitchen table this morning, M and I experienced our first deer encounter in our new abode. While watching our various bird feeders in action during coffee time, a beautiful doe sauntered directly in front of our lovely window view. With a calm reverence, she stopped to observe and assess the area, watching the birds and noting her surroundings. We remained motionless and in awe. Before leaving, she turned slowly and made lengthy eye contact with each of us before climbing the hill to move deeper into the woods. After this particular week, it was definitely “a moment,” and I cannot help but think mom had something to do with this, especially this morning.

On what would have been mom’s 82nd birthday today, I choose to believe this encounter represents a message of hope, wisdom, and Love. If you know M and me, we have a complicated relationship with deer (but that’s a story to share another time). Since recently starting this new chapter in our remarkable life together, a culmination of collective wisdom and renewal has evolved. Particularly as we age, we both lean more on following our intuition. To some, our decisions appear rash even though we are methodical thinkers, planners, and problem solvers. As a team, this our super-power; when we know, we know. Introverted, sensitive souls with strong intuition like us are a challenge to balance; gratefully, we continue to learn together how to embrace strength and vulnerability while also asking for help. Evidently, today’s encounter continues to emphasize how our growth and new opportunities require gentleness and grace with ourselves and others. We can do hard things and tackle difficult situations…and on an early Sunday morning after an attempted assassination on the former president, this message presents a powerful call to action for all of us to ponder.

“Momma…we saw your deer and received your message.” Friends, on this day and the ones to come, may gentleness, grace, and Love, always Love, prevail in abundance. Stay safe and well; may we all take good gentle care of ourselves as we care for one other in grace and Love.

PS: Happy Birthday, momma; miss you and your infectious “deer” giggle…