A member of our community asked me yesterday what Seva meant. Seva is a sanskrit term for selfless service, a tidy explanation for sometimes untidy work. The best example I came up with was a shelter. Those who run shelters do the work most of us turn away from: caring for those that are sick, recovering, unwanted and lost. Those beings, two and four legged, who are UNSEEN.
Shelter workers lean in when most people lean back. They tirelessly do the work no one wants to even acknowledge; they dig into horrifying situations and pull those in need up and out.
With no fanfare. No recognition. No glory. They do it because they have a passion for the work.
They rarely look for publicity unless it is for something they need for the shelter.
Which, in the weird timing category, came up yesterday afternoon. Our local animal shelter, the East Greenwich Animal Protection League, is getting evicted from their present location. Like, Thursday. Tomorrow. By 5p. To say they are scrambling is an understatement.
The shelter reached out asking for help. They need to quickly place as many animals as they can. Could we possibly host an adoption event on Saturday from 12p-2p on our front lawn? We have no details and frankly we don’t need any.
When any shelter calls, the answer should always be yes.
When anyone in need calls, the answer should always be yes.
Lean in. You don’t have to be on the front lines if that’s not your jam. But don’t turn away. Don’t ever look away. Do what you can, because every little bit helps.
Find your Seva. And just do it.