steeped. to be immersed in something so that it is re-created.
green tea leaves steeped in water=my morning tea.
as a child i was steeped in school system during the school year, language and math
for the summer it was dreams i was steeped in as i played outside from dawn to dusk
as a new wife it was making him better and being the woman i should be
as a mom it was my boys, steeped in discovering they are and how to help them be all they are to be
in the suburbs it is: our home.
when i had less it was surviving, when i had more it was thriving.
in spiritual life it is sacrifice and service.
i suppose this is life, in part: to create a place within this big bad world for people to be steeped in the breathing in and out of love. one where people act out as they seem to be made to be. where they focus on what to give, not to get. where they love without an agenda. where help is given to one in need. one where emotions are as physical, both in need, both feel pain, both heal and give life.
there are so many causes and places in this world trying to create little spaces for others to be steeped in hope and love.
this is not a poem. there are causes, not profits and need based organizations by the million out there all lead by people with a passion for more to this life. if you look beyond the norm, through the consumerism cloud, beyond the news, injustice and what sometimes seems to be a steeping of evil-bad-violent-devastation, you will find them, busy, steeped in giving hope . 
———you become in part what you are steeped in. —————-
