It’s been a funny week, just as the universe provides a last burst of dramatic colour on all sides, trees turn russet, scarlet and gold, all kinds of small events happen to gladden the heart and distract me away from editing and restructuring my novel.
Firstly, dear friends who have waited a long time for a child are told they have a daughter for life in a long term fostering program. Then it was dear son’s birthday and today, is his son’s birthday. Celebrations of births, no matter how long ago, are days of family joy, I reckon. But, wait, that’s not all.
Last night I shared a meal with Michael and a friend and then told stories at the Wellington Storytelling Cafe; the audience was wonderful, what sparkling, spellbound eyes gazed into mine as I told my stories, and it was a joy to met up with friends I have not seen for ages.
A meeting has been held and plans are afoot to hold four Storytelling Cafes this year in Masterton. The first one will be a Family Afternoon of Story on May 29th at the REAP Education Centre in Dixon Street and the second (watch this space) will be on the evening of June 22nd- a Winter Solstice feast. The programs are being planned, so if you want to have your name on it, contact me, please.
Today, a note arrive on Facebook from a new friend in Australia with a link to a picture of her wearing one of my scarves during a performance in another country, and she is attributing her healthy throat to the scarves healing power.
But thats not all either; Someone came to return some books, after a long time of grieving. She is looking good, her eyes are filled with life again and her voice was hopeful as she told me of plans for a new future while she commissioned a bright red scarf for herself to go with her new beginning.
So, we are having earthquakes, we’ve had a tornado, and other disastrous events, but the lives of many ordinary people are still purposeful and filled with joy, hope and faith in the future.