Pebbling ...

by Sherri Easley

I recently learned there is an actual word for something I’ve been doing my entire life. It’s called pebbling.

 Apparently, penguins will offer small stones to one another as a sign of affection. It’s their way of saying I choose you, I like you, you matter, and possibly, let’s build a life together and raise little penguin babies who waddle dramatically into the sunset.

And when I read about this, I had one immediate thought: Oh, no. I’m a penguin.

Not the cute, sleek kind either. I’m the overly enthusiastic, emotionally attached penguin who shows up with a rock and makes it weird. Because if you have met me- truly met me- then you already know this about me:

 I am that woman you barely know. That woman you just met. That woman you made awkward small talk with at the checkout at Walmart, or at work, or at a craft event … and then somehow, within a week, you are holding a handmade baby gift.

 And you’re standing there thinking: Who is this woman? Why did she do this? Is she… okay? Does she have a basement full of fabric and secrets?

 Well, yes. Yes, I do, and no, I am not okay. But I am delightfully not okay.

 And this, dear friends, is pebbling.

Feather & Stone Creations by Susan Trigg

Pebbling is the act of giving small gifts, often simple things, often unexpected, not because someone asked, not because I want anything back, but because I saw something and thought: This belongs to them.

Some people pebble with coffee.

Some people pebble with memes.

Some people pebble with compliments.

Some people pebble with stories.

I pebble with bags.

I pebble with purses.

I pebble with baby blankets and little handmade things.

I used to wonder why I do it. Why I love giving things away. Why do I spend hours sewing something beautiful, only to hand it to someone else as if it’s no big deal?

It makes me feel like the world is still soft in places and in a world that can be harsh, chaotic, exhausting, and heavy … softness is a kind of rebellion.

It’s about joy. It’s about connection. It’s about being able to say, “I can’t fix the entire world, but I can make something that makes your day a little better.”

We all have something we’re meant to offer the world. And yes, sometimes it’s a story.

Sometimes it’s singing in the choir. Sometimes it’s a handmade purse. Sometimes it’s a baby gift for a woman you met twice and only know vaguely through mutual acquaintances.

That sharing is not “too much.” That is sharing your light. And I will die on this hill, probably holding a spool of thread and my best pair of scissors.

Sherri Easley was born and raised on a farm in rural east Texas, surrounded by good country folks and lots of great cooking. Growing up with an idyllic childhood in a small community provided her with lots of tales and characters for the stories she writes. Recently retired her corporate day job, these days, you will find her snuggled up with her three dogs and two cats, writing stories from the heart. You can reach Sherri at sherrieasleyauthor@gmail.com

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I found this blog post on https://smartgirlsreadromance.blogspot.com/ and asked her if I could share it here. Well, maybe I begged, but I thought it was so cool. While I am not as generous or likely as kind as Sherri, I am sort of a pleaser, so pebbling worked just fine for me! - Liz