A couple of days ago I got a solicitation packet in the mail from a Native American education fund. These always make me slightly uncomfortable because they tend to include pages and pages of address labels I don’t want to use but feel odd throwing away.
This plea was particularly aggressive in that it contained multiple “gifts” – a calendar, address labels, stickers, notepads, the picture and story of an unsponsored child, and a dreamcatcher.
I wasn’t moved to donate, but I thought the dreamcatcher was too cool to toss. So I came up with an alternate solution. I hung it above my door and renamed it.
It’s now my guiltcatcher.