Sheep Dog Seaweed

I was at my meeting yesterday - larger on Social Saturday - scanning the attendees for new people or people I didn't know.  A woman came in late and sat by the door.  I know almost everyone that comes to Keep It Complicated so when the meeting ended I walked over and introduced myself, asked if it was the first time she was at this particular meeting, and then maneuvered her across the room to where a few women about her age were talking, and introduced her around.  I was gratified that one of these women said that she was going to come over and introduce herself - that's some good growth - but my experience is that a visitor is usually not swept into the joie de vivre that is the meeting after the meeting and - feeling isolated - exits the premises.  I then slunk back into the hedges, Homer Simpson style (and if you get this reference I will love you forever) and talked to some friends.  When she left she thanked me for being so welcoming which is kind of my superpower.  I'm like an Australian sheep dog, running around the periphery of the meeting, nipping at the heels of the newcomers, trying to direct them back into the safety of the herd.  I ask my maker to show me how I may be of service to another person during the course of the day and these opportunities are almost always teeny, tiny, minor little interactions.  I no longer try to save the world.  I now try to be present, aware, in the moment.  "This too, this too."