open to receive

I dwell deep within a vortex of editing lately, never coming up for air. Posting bits here helps me break up the day, large tasks into smaller more manageable parts. Word by word, line by line, paragraph by paragraph until the thing is finished. Please enjoy the following paragraphs from a larger work in progress:

There was a secular feeling of Christmas in the air— not generosity and compassion for all, but that vibe of everyone obsessed with what they got, feverish about their new things. I think whatever anyone got is what everyone got— replacement earbud covers and free samples of skincare products, nothing to write home about. Some people are really content with crumbs, may they enjoy them. Others are out here still living #vanlife: they've got two or three kids in there, going from town to town, living on what yoga and pilates gigs they can string together, setting up outside of festivals waiting for their miracle, being open to receive. I have no idea how they do it. How can anyone afford gas as well as food? I never could. 

I see them though, whole families living in cars, propping the hood up to pretend they're just having engine trouble so cops will leave them alone. I see you, I know you're raising your whole family in that car. That bus stop and bit of sidewalk are a playground. Where to wash, what to eat? Life is hard enough already, for everyone. How can we make things easier?