“To provide dignity, care and compassion through action, with the example that each person can make a difference.
To educate and advocate acceptance and understanding of each other’s differences.
To ultimately bring about the realization that we are all a vital part of this world and with extended effort put an end to homelessness, hunger and hatred.”
OSL was born in 1989…
with the delivery of 30 Organic Sack Lunches to the streets of Seattle. Baptized OPERATION: Sack Lunch, we soon outgrew the registered identifier of our 501 (c) 3.
With more than 6 million no cost meals served, the rescue and procurement of more than 4 million pounds of quality meal ingredients, and the establishment of 7 additional satellite programs under the direction of what we call the “Mother-Ship”, we now simply refer to ourselves as OSL… and each day these letters remind us that we are always and ONLY Serving Love…
Thoughts From our E.D.
I don’t watch TV, listen to the news, read the paper… I usually learn about major events and catastrophes from my husband, kids, or my mom. There is something about the energy that comes from the morphogenetic field that I prefer not to disrupt my, already ramped up, over-sensitized, navigation of the world. I already know that bad, sad, hurtful, hateful, cruel, sadistic, things happen because of ego, greed, hatred, intolerance, self-righteousness… The only way I have found to be sane and to counter-act the upheaval of hatred is to continue to co- create with the staff, clients, volunteers, and board of OSL, a microcosmic sanctuary in the eye of the chaos.
I first learned of the tragedy in Orlando when an OSL Chef called to ask if she could leave early to grieve with her yoga group. When I asked why she said “because of what happened in Orlando”… Not wanting to appear ignorant, I quickly googled “Orlando”… and I was stunned numb. Over the next few days, with a heavy heart, I did the research. I learned in an abstract way, the names and stories of those whose lives were brutally stolen from them, the fear of their last moments… the terror, pain, and guilt, felt by the survivors… the heroic efforts of law enforcement and first responders… As I tried to process the insanity that perpetuates this type of hatred for any other living being, let alone because of what should be a non-issue, someone’s innate sexuality, I struggled…and continue to do so. I buried it, I pushed it under, I made sure that I did not attach. I carried on. But, as with all things that are ignored, the dragon in the room insisted on acknowledgement…and so I began to move the energy by building… I used my hands in the earth; I dug, I carried large rocks, I struggled physically. I grieved the loss of our innocence, I honored the continuation of life in a small garden of hope. It soothed me for a time, and it will change over time… as we all do.
As I contemplate the energetic vibration of this planet at this moment of the Summer Solstice, June 20, 2016, a time to set our intentions; to renew, to re-establish commitment to upholding the light, if only my own particular light, I find that I grieve that a world of grace seems to be out of our reach. The songs that I sang as a youth in the 60’s and 70’s, about equality, equity, love, tolerance, acceptance, empathy… Those songs that defined our collective understanding of responsibility and culpability… I am still singing today… because although there are some changes, the wheels on this bus have gone around far… too… slowly…
Seattle is as far removed as possible from Orlando, geographically, yet the effect of this brutal act has resonated around the world; literally… That resonance, that vibration affects us all. We feel it, even if we haven’t identified it. We can’t ignore the ripple it has caused. The tear in the veil…
Equally disturbing is the hatred that continues to be built…those who see this tragedy as some sort of divine retribution, those who see the act of one broken individual as an excuse for xenophobia. And he was broken… and this is where that ultimate act of love calls to us…Forgiveness; for without it, the cycle is never broken.
My heart reaches to the families, friends and survivors of Orlando… All of them.
If our hearts burn, let it be with empathy, so that we may be forged in the flames of true and radical compassion.
May we continue to be fierce and find courage in our commitment to be always and only serving love.
Food Insecurity affects 1 in 7 individuals in our State. Food inequity affects people of color, women, children, the elderly, chronically ill, economically challenged, homeless, people with disabilities, indigenous, substance abusers, people with mental challenges and dementia, and those who live in isolated rural settings.
Throughout Washington State there are areas known as Food Deserts. A food desert has no food resources, such as a grocery store, restaurant, food bank, meal program, or convenience store, but has a population needing nutritional support. These populations are usually no or low income; elder adults, families living in cars, homeless veterans, children, women, and men.
OSL plans to purchase an 18 foot step side van that is fully equipped as a Mobile Kitchen. The cost of this vehicle is $140,000. We are currently actively pursing funding sources to make this purchase. Contributions to this effort are greatly appreciated. The Mobile Kitchen will allow us to deliver meals directly in food deserts throughout the greater Seattle area. A food desert has no access to life sustaining food, yet has a population in need of sustenance. We project that with this vehicle we will serve 20,000 unduplicated individuals struggling with hunger in our community. This vehicle will also serve as an educational lab for populations challenged with hunger, providing Next Step training on nutritional meal preparation, using foods from donated sources.