unEGGSpected

The past few weeks, I’ve been re-homing some things that I no longer need. There’s a great WeShare group here locally, where we list items either for free or for a trade – no money is exchanged. It’s great for community, reduces waste, and prevents unnecessary overconsumption.

I was offering a board game, with no expectation of trade – I was hoping it would be used. Someone quickly indicated their interest, and when she came to pick it up, she brought a gift.
Fresh local eggs, from her chickens.

I had not been expecting such a gift – and the person hadn’t known if I would even want them, and suggesting if I didn’t, I could find another home for them. (I enjoy eggs, what a treat!)
We had a nice brief chat, and off she went with her game, and into the fridge went my eggs. It was a casual interaction of some pleasantries; yet it was a holy moment too as we both shared in the gift of giving.

For we both benefitted; not just in the objects exchanged, but in the living out of the community spirit: of finding ways to enhance someone else without an expectation of receiving.

We benefitted because we both realised the benefit of giving.

What we have, we have been given.
What we have been given, we are privileged to share.
What we share is a celebration of our interconnectedness.