Today I find myself aware of so many things I’m grateful for.
I arrived home last night after a trip to visit my brother and sister. My sister has a mental illness, my brother cares for her. Every day of my life I grieve for my sister, my baby sister, ten years younger. Every day of my life I am grateful to my brother and his care of her.
I am grateful I was finally able to make the trip. I have wanted to for so very long and I’m so very glad that at last I have the time and the energy. I get to see where she lives, share her birthday and spend some time with both of them.
During the long train and bus travel, I texted and phoned the friend I was going to stay with en route and my brother, reminding me how much I appreciate mobile phones and emails. I’m running late? No problem. Send a text. I’m feeling distressed? Text a friend I know will understand. I get messages from caring friends to let me know they’re thinking of me, phone calls from friends to check how it’s going.
I’m home again. Send some emails to let everyone know how it went. So simple, so useful.
Southern New South Wales is so different to the Mid North Coast. We don’t get much change of season, a few deciduous trees, a few spring bulbs. Canberra is a city of trees, many of them from the Northern Hemisphere- oaks, elms, ashes, spruce, cedars, birches…such an abundance and all with delicious new spring growth. I could have walked and touched and marveled and enjoyed for many days. I’m grateful I could experience them even briefly.
I meet some of the community who support my sister and I’m overwhelmed by the love they have for her and for the loving-kindness they extend to me as I break down in tears. I am so very grateful.
Coming home our bus to Sydney passes through the Southern Highlands. One of the pleasures of my life is to visit this area in Spring and Autumn, something I haven’t been able to do for too long. It’s green and lush. Lilacs are in bloom. Fences and trellises drip with wisteria. Blossom trees, tulips, roses…old stone houses…lambs…I feast on it all.
A moment of synchronicity. We’re stopped briefly at Bowral station and I get a phone call. It’s a cousin with whom I have a special connection and had accidentally dialed the day before. The synchronicity? She lives in Bowral and is about two minutes away- driving! Unfortunately there is no time to see her, but we make an agreement for me to visit soon, something else I need to do.
Then, on a busy main road the traffic both ways is held up. For what? A family of ducks- mother, father and six ducklings are crossing the road, in safety. Bless the softness of the human heart that stops to let ducks cross. And remember this moment as a reminder to trust that goodness of the human heart to care for both my sister and my brother when I am not able to do so.
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A lovely post Kate. Thank you for encouraging us all to notice and be grateful for the little things.
Thank you for sharing a touching slice of your life. I love hearing about your spring that is in bloom while where I live things are going to sleep for winter. I love the duck family crossing the road to safety. The human heart is attune to the plights of the animal world. It’s good to realize this, particularly now with all sorts of violence and the devastation of Ebola in the news.
Yes, it’s all too easy to be overwhelmed by negativity…and then they win anyway! I once was held up in traffic (local, only a very few cars) while we all waited for an echidna to cross the road. If you’re not familiar with the echidna, it’s worth finding a picture, they are the quaintest of animals. I’d enjoy a Northern hemisphere autumn and winter! snow and crisp, crisp air… we’ll have very hot now for maybe five months.
I always appreciate your comments- thank you.
Thank you for sharing this, Kate. Your post truly warmed my heart. And your pictures are lovely!