I’m quite tired, so won’t write much more ~ but will leave you all with this lil story I love:
“The Wise Woman’s Stone”
A wise woman who was traveling
in the mountains found a precious
stone in a stream. The next day she
met another traveler who was hungry,
and the wise woman opened her bag
to share her food. The hungry traveler saw
the precious stone and asked the woman to
give it to him. She did so without hesitation.
The traveler left, rejoicing in his good fortune.
He knew the stone was worth enough to give
him security for a lifetime. But a few days later
he came back to return the
stone to the wise woman.
“I’ve been thinking,” he said,
“I know how valuable the stone is,
but I give it back in the hope that you
can give me something even more precious.
Give me what you have within you that
enabled you to give me the stone.”
~ Author Unknown
Spread your joy with others less fortunate. Yes, there has been a great outpouring of support for charities, but we must try for a tsunami of love and compassion. Even if its small small small, it means big big big. Do it for what you believe in. We can change this world from our front step you know. I read this picture book today ~ Belonging by the amazing Jeannie Baker. And it showed how one person tending their city garden could change a whole street, a whole town.
I have so enjoyed the time with my parents ~ it has been the first time in living memory that they haven’t had to rush off at a hundred miles an hour to work and tend to the cattle and do farmer things. Instead we have all been enjoying long sleep~ins, languid breakfasts over tea, trips out to different places, then returns home to afternoon nibblies, wine at 3 pm, long naps, tasty dinners that are lingered over for hours, discussions into the night and sleep when we can no longer keep our eyes open.
We have been to beautiful places:
the Australian War Memorial ~ solemn, touching, beautiful. it reduced my mother to sobs outside (i think it’s a hereditary condition) and entranced my dad.
Lanyon Homestead ~ gorgeous old sheep property from the 1850s with original buildings. it takes me back to a different era, one of horses and carriages, fields and livestock…
The old stables at Lanyon. I would love to have met the horses that lived in those stables so long ago…
a beautiful fine art store ~ with some works costing more than a new car… but all immensely inspiring nonetheless!
an olden day lolly shop ~ filled to the rafters with little morsels of goodness, some I haven’t seen since childhood. me, chris and dad lingered over the colours and the shapes before making our selections…
then we watched japanese ornamental carp in a pond.
I found a great new rainbow coloured mobile phone strap that I can put my security pass on at work… tee hee hee… I can’t wait to get back to work now just to wear it joyfully about my neck! 😉
Then we looked through an Aboriginal art store which was sublime, and a beautiful little gallery filled with morsels of artistic goodness ~ it was the front part of a house converted, and it was just divine! 🙂
We crossed a creek, and came across a little pile of shops all in massively old wooden cottages… an alternative book and cd store which i would love to go back to and a wonderfully smelling leather store filled with trinkets and lovely things. It smelt like a saddle shed ~ something very dear to my heart.
So yes… all these beautiful little places
And out of my immediate life other things touch me too…
A comment from Gail which warmed my heart so much… thank you Gail!
And… the Tsunami disaster.
Words cannot describe the loss I feel.
May Mother Earth hold you all close to her bosom, and balm your stinging wounds.
In the Living flesh that animates our bodily frame;
In the perfect poise of the Human figure,
noble and upright;
In the exercise of all our powers;
In the acquisition of Knowledge;
in fighting evils…
Joy is there Everywhere.
~ Rabindranath Tagor
My parents arrived last night, late.
We stayed up talking over wine and left over pizza,
then today we trapsed about the countryside ~ to old and new parliament houses;
sinking tired legs into leather couches, marvelling at our town through the eyes of tourists.
Neither of my parents have been to Canberra before, and it is a blessing for them to be here.
It is a big movement for both of them to leave behind the farm and work and family to visit us, and have their first holiday in god knows how long. My father hadn’t been on a plane for 23 years.
So we found a cathedral ~ St Andrews ~ and we peered through its closed doors, touched a velvety fern, crushed lavendar in our hands as we wandered through its gardens. The perfect roundness of peaches hanging in their trees. The bright blooms of hydrangeas.
And I realise even in my sore legs and okayishness, how remarkable everything is.
How lucky I am for my parents to be here. And to have these tiny, tender moments with them.
Like at the National Portrait Gallery ~ I saw a painting of Aboriginal artist Albert Namajtira, and thought to myself: my gosh that looks like Jimmy Little, the Aboriginal singer. And my Dad walked around the corner, and said ~ hey is that Albert Namatjira! Gawd, that looks just like Jimmy Little to me! And it was nothing, but it was everything to me.
Blessings on all your days ~ each everyday, normalday, anyday.
Love and laughter,
And blessings on your night too. As I wafted into sleep last night I saw and felt Charlie my dog lying on my belly, and I knew he was bringing my brother Clinton to visit me.