A Chicken in Hand:
Thoughts on Pure Hospitality: through my world travels, I learned that accepting a gift with dignity and gratitude was so essential in most World cultures.
That’s how I (temporarily) became the owner of dozens of live gifted chickens.
These gifts humbled me beyond words. The gift of a chicken from a family that seldom eats meat was a sacrificial gift: it cost them something.
As I took my gifted chicken by the legs, I realized I was standing in the presence of a man or woman with a pure heart of generosity and hospitality.
Just thinking about it humbles me.
Just thinking about it makes me wish to be more generous
Creekbank Stories Curt Iles, Storyteller
