I had an old lady knock on my door looking for work. I was 17 and had a tiny flat. I didn't have money myself and I didn't need a cleaner. I offered her tea instead and promised to ask my church if we could help her raise her grandchildren having lost their parents to AIDS. My Church was able to support her with a regular sum which she collected regularly and we would eat together and she would tell me about her life. She gave me so much more than I could have given her. She became my surrogate grandmother and I feel so sad we lost contact when I moved home after I had an accident. I had put her in touch with a locsl church as a place to go for help .
I know the pod is finished but Im still getting through it slowly. I don't have an abundance of energy, but I am learning to move at a different pace. Now, so many people seem to be rushing compared to my pace. I am surrounded by abundance - of people who I love, plants that revive me, birds, kindness, beauty,.. I see it everywhere- it is all around me.
I see poverty on people's faces - poverty of joy in some, physical poverty for others. i love to find a way to bring some joy, laughter and smilesto people. I wish I had pomegranitesor even half, but I have more than I need. I think it might be easier to give what measly thing one has left than all one's wealth though.
I was sitting watching a bee the other day,then spotted a butterfly, and moved on to browsing among the flowers in my garden...then a squirrel trying to get some of the bird seed, birds following, a cat, the trees and plants, the blue clue sky, the sun shining while disappearing in and out between the clouds, and the moving clouds puffy puffs obscuring the sun,... and then sensing, with absolute wonder ...that I am living amongst all this...
Just reading this was like meeting the koan of life- that the purpose of life may well be a koan. I doubt I will look at life the same now that I've read this. I love Rachel Naomi Remen's writing. Kitchen table wisdom is one of my favourite books.
On Feb 18, 2022 Mary wrote on Money is a Lot Like Water, by Lynne Twist: