Saturday, 27 December 2014

Gifts can cause havoc

I had an item to return to the store from where it was ordered, via the post today due to it’s malfunctioning. Naturally as it is just two days after Christmas the lady behind the counter said; “oh a non-wanted present?” I suppose she had been accepting such parcels all morning. “Sadly wanted but not working”, I replied and exchanged the parcel for a return docket.

It is that time of year when I lift my hats off to the sales personal of just about every outlet or service centre in the region, especially if they can keep their cool. For what happens after Christmas when the lacy underwear was two sizes too small or the drill was the third received only just from different family members or the CDs are not needed, as one had already purchased them all over the i-Tune store? They are naturally given back to be either exchanged or returned. Often without the original packaging intact, as it had been ripped off in the excitement of hoping it will be finally an item you really wanted. Or the receipt is missing, as your gift giver threw it away or can’t find the right one. These are probably the easier cases to deal with.

I imagine the harder ones to know what to do with when you can or do not want them are those presents, which totally miss the mark. The gifts, which are given every year round, by the same person to the same person and they only, vary in colour, brand or size. The pair of socks, scarf, package of lacy hankies, box of chocolates or bubble bath items. The “quick gift” I call them. The feeling I need to give gift. My husband always wonders why on earth give bubble bath when every Tom, Dick and Harry can go buy his or her own now days. I find he has a point.

I know of an Internet side that actually sent out on Boxing Day an advertisement, encouraging you to sell off those presents that you do not want instead of mentioning their having missed their mark to the giver. Hence making money yourself and then buying something you can use with it. Not a bad idea actually if you cannot bring yourself to say it is an item you do not need, to the person whom gave it to you. Or there is the online exchange organization that says swap one gift for another, as long as you are prepared to pay for the postage it might require to do this. At least it might find it’s way to another who can use it.

What happens though when you get something that grates on you? As in you have said before this is not your taste or style and you still get given it? What happens when you feel hurt by the gift given because it seems so impersonal from the person you felt was close to you? What happens when you get nothing and where expecting something? How do you react to these situations? Such touchy questions to be asked let alone answer here.

Oh the joy of Christmas time, the time of love, giving, sharing and unselfishness or “Oh the headache of the aftermath of this generous season” could be more the slogan for many a person. Could there be a way to get around these typical, reoccurring stumbling blocks for so many gift givers and receivers – the unwanted, miscalculated, mismatched or unneeded gift(s)? I believe there is.

It requires you firstly to ask why you give in the first place. Is it to please, make you look important or show off. Is it to show appreciation and say thank you. Is it giving a part of yourself, in a way to show your love? May be, maybe not but you need to know why you are giving. That is the most important energy exchanged here and underlies all the following actions you will undertake. Seriously ask yourself what is your reason for giving. Find this out. Bore deeply until you have the answer then continue.

Secondly ask yourself would you like to get this item? Could you use it? If straight away the answer is no then do not give it. It will not be received well either. Give only what you yourself could appreciate or would have if you were of the age group, sex or type of person you are giving to. If you hate cooking you do not want Jamie Oliver’s latest quick dishes book nor do you want opera tickets if heavy metal is your thing, so do not give others gifts, which are against who they are.

Thirdly make sure the item is appropriate for the person getting it. You would not give an alcoholic a bottle of whisky or a person out of a job, amusement park tickets to a venue four hours away from their home to which they would first have to buy expensive train tickets to travel there. Missing the mark is just often plain laziness for not thinking before purchasing.

Fourthly not every gift must be used on the day given but it should be thought out. Gift vouchers can be personal items of giving time, energy and something another is missing or cannot do any more but you are capable of undertaking. Such as a set date for cleaning the windows of grandmas house, ready for springtime and her looking out from the winter garden onto her yard. Or babysitting your younger cousins, for the wedding anniversary of your Aunt and Uncle, so they can go out. Or taking a friends pet in for the holiday time when they are away so it doesn’t need to go to a kennel. These gifts are the ones, which make a whole event that extra special because you give your awareness of how important the person is to you. You give your time to them so they can have time for themselves!

Mostly remember if your gift contains money in an envelope put the reason for your giving it in a small message along with it. State that you maybe do not know the clothe taste, or desired perfume or required items wished for, hence the money should help in them getting exactly the right thing and that you would love to see this item when purchased. This shows you are interested in what is brought. It shows you want some “follow up” because you care!

A gift is something special. It can also be given without a reason. It can be given simply because you are loved and love. It can be a hug. It can be your listening. It can be your time. It can happen at any time. It can be for me simply the idea you have read my blog post here and have reflected upon what I have said. You have given me the gift of your presence, which is truly a present, to be treasured indeed.

As the year draws to an end and perhaps you are thinking of a New Years resolution please think on this: what about just promising yourself you will give yourself time to find out what you really need in the coming year and pledge to give yourself it as a “gift” to yourself simply because you can, within the new year!

Your Korus 

Friday, 26 December 2014

Is this ultimate reality?

Getting bits and pieces out of the road before we begin our holidays and several items keep making themselves known to me. One is the typical question of how should my friends contact me. I find this so strange because since January 1988 I live in the same small village, with the same address and telephone number. Nothing has changed. Not my place of work. Not my husband, he, he. Not my eye colour either though maybe my hair tone is taking on shades of grey.

Yet still it comes up "can you give me your actual email address" or "is this getting through". I know myself when an email fails and I need to ask why I then begin the search for the reason. Often it is a typing mistake that makes it bounce back or the recipient never empties their box and has reached the limit for incoming mail. Or lately it is the "spam blockers" that do not want to accept a business address. I place a "notification" request always on my emails then I know they arrived - whether or not the person opened it is another question.

It reminds me of all the times I sent out gifts to friends and family always wondering if they arrived. Not word of thanks or acknowledgment would filter back. In those days the computer service was just starting out so one would wait for a phone call or short mail message that it had at least been seen. I soon gave up sending gifts as a "no reply" made me think they were more bothered by the item than thrilled by it. Could that be the same with emails or other electronic messages now days?

I know myself we cannot because of our business, block any junk mail or recipients. We have no clue whom could be a guest so we need to let "all types of mail" flood in. Hence the amount of unwanted intrusions is large on any given day and at times maybe you could press a delete button by mistake before realizing it is from a friend not foe. That could be an unintended mistake but not intentional.

What I have found rather sad though is that through electronic informing even the very personal becomes impersonalized or misunderstood. Then I wonder do I want to "correct" or "re-inform" in regards to the twisted way the informant received my information? For in doing so it comes to mind that they hardly but once a year have contact with me and so it would require a heck of a lot of setting things straight. I am no longer "seen" to many of my old friends who I left behind in Australia so long ago. They do not live the daily dramas I experience. They are not privileged to my intrigues in life because they have only become a part of the fringe of things. How sad is that in one-way but also reality of the natural drifting apart of people who you thought knew you.

This Christmas, I found out through a short worded email from a long-standing family friend that his brother had died two weeks previously. I would have normally thought he would have rang me. We had just spoken two months ago on the phone. Contact has always been there verbally. The electronic system rarely used. You say well a death makes it different? No actually that should not be the case! To date I have always received news of someone’s ceasing to exist through direct word of mouth. Why now in my elderly friend the change? Yes he is grieving most definitely. Also perhaps blocked by sadness to taking action but there is something else too. It saddens me to acknowledge that the times are changing, not just that I am aging. I have become a stranger to those I knew once, for I am no longer in their daily lives. I am half way around the world. Out of sight out of mind. Are you only seen to be here when you are daily in someone’s circumference? Living the "ins and outs" on a shared space in the same place and time zone.

My mother has no telephone. No landline or mobile phone. She has a computer. Normally she sends me a telephone number for me to ring on Christmas day. This year no message came. So I wrote straight away an email. She wasn't in. I got a day later the info she would not be near a phone and she will try to ring in the next few days. This saddened me to no end for it really shows there is a change occurring. Is it that I am starting to be not needed? Are we all so wrapt up in our own lives that we cannot contact one another physically?

Yes there is a time for laughter and a time to cry. There is a time for gathering together and a time to be alone. When is the time to know that the communication between humans has begun to take on the impersonal manner of "big brother is watching you" and your no longer known?


Your Korus

Friday, 19 December 2014

Simple things are not rare

I think it is all about the “simple things” in life, which make a moment so memorable. Often in the hectic leading up to Christmas or at the end of another year we are pushed into believing it’s “all about the money, pressies, haste, closed deals and desired holidays.”

Call me old fashioned if you will but I know it’s more about taste, smell, feelings, sensations, longing and hope. Why? For in giving “into” the simple things I have mentioned here we have to stop. Listen. Think. Take notice. Be aware. Give. Love.

May you over the twelve days of Christmas be able to find time in which to reflect upon, and re-act on, what these simple things could be in your life. To help you see where they already exist, here are some suggestions to discovering how to live life, not simply be in it.

Listen by taking time out to visit a friend to have a cup of tea and share a friendly word or two. Think when you are purchasing “edibles” for the Christmas feast or children’s stockings and reach for fair-trade products or items, which were produced locally. These are not only created under better conditions with environmentally friendly methods but also they are helping support those who made and sold them to you, financing directly their livelihood. Take notice when out walking under the starry sky late at night while returning home from a party; look up to see the heavens expanding above you. Reflect that I too am looking at the same part of the universe, only just from another section of the world yet still we are bound together upon this earth. Be aware that when you hear the sound of birds singing or the hum of the bee it means there could still be a future for you and me. It is only when their tone has disappeared that you will then realise you have used up all the time you had, for caring for our planet and all that exists upon it. Give generously of your words in the form of a letter or card and show that you care. It is a much greater gift than anything money can buy. It reminds those living far away from you, they are still held tenderly in your life in the memories you treasure dear.

While the most abundant “simple thing” of all is love we have such difficulty with this never-ending energy that has no physical form until we make it into one. Which has no words until we give it a voice or no face until we become its messenger. It is what you can be unlimited with in giving. While to live love costs you not a cent rather it enriches everything you do. Love is the tiny spark that resides within the deepest chamber of your heart where you have locked it away but it has always been there. Its demise of being used freely was a gradual process, after you began experiencing being told to hold back love, not give love out to quickly or over use love for it is complicated and not just an act of simplicity, to set it in motion. These often used recitations only brought you into reacting counter productively, by placing love into a place no one could take it from you. Hiding it. Holding it in. Some of you have even thrown away the key to where you buried it deep inside yourself.

Find the key again. Re-open the door leading into the dungeon where you banished love. Release its penetrating warmth, which brings feeling back into frozen limbs and deadened minds. The action of being love itself – smiling at a stranger, giving a homeless beggar on the street corner a hot coffee and delicious sandwich, thanking the shop assistant for her help, wishing the bus driver whom drove you home a continued safe journey on his shift or helping an elderly person in your unit to carry her items upstairs to her flat are but a few ways to “be love”.

Perhaps a simple thing it help you re-kindle love as it steps out of the darkness where you had it shut away, would be to light a candle and allow the flame that grows stronger as it burns, to give hope. For without hope we see no purpose. We find our way not but blindly carry on doing what we are pushed into doing. Take heart and know it is possible to change the future when your actions are love centred. Not money orientated or based on greed and processions or conquering another’s way of thinking to reconditioning them to yours. Give all space to be love, live love and become love.

Place into action a few of these simple things now and see your whole world open up to you in ways you had not yet thought possible. The simple things are at your fingertips. Reach out, take them, and use them. Simple things are the stepping-stones always to something much larger at work.  You just need to see them.


Your Korus

It’s about the way you view it right?

Should I be a hermit
living in a small hunt
beneath a walnut tree
on the edge of a cliff
with the sea below 
spraying up onto 
my thatched hut?

Should I be a city girl
Rising up in the elevator
to levels high
lonely in my own castle
in the sky?

Should I live alone
or in a commune
or perhaps be part of a clan
or religious sect
humming songs in a blind tone
along with a hip band?

Should I live at all,
is their a reason for ones life
perhaps that is more the question
when one becomes redundant 
exposable or left over
from another era?

Would I even ask that question
if I was fourteen 
when life seems full of promise
and shine and clean?

Would I need to know the answer
if I was twenty-five
when career, lover and holiday
destinations are more the flair
and one feels "so alive"?

Could I get an answer when I
reach the mid way section in life
the mark of decay showing up
a wee bit more each day
under the skin, hidden in the liver
only to be known when you
dare to give the doc a sliver.

Should
Would
Could 
are terms I have long left behind
for they bring doubt, confuse and drain
your essence of being within
this very moment your in.

Its all about the way you view it - right?
living, participating, being
in this exact point of your life
no matter upon which side
of the scale 
your numbers show up.

Forget the need to please
The desire to achieve
Wish not your time away
fighting for something you can not
have anyway.

Be here.
Be aware.
Simply be yourself and maybe
someone else will see
the reason behind your way
of living in the now
not tomorrow or yesterday.

Your Korus 

Saturday, 13 December 2014

The ultimate question is "why bother"

There is nothing harder than living in a country, which has a “zero attachment background” for you to your roots. When we are born, we have an “unseen grounding” to the country in which we are “delivered into”. This in turn means our upbringing gives us all the inside knowledge needed, to step forward into life and all its challenges, as a member of that society.

I am a foreigner in Germany. I understand that which I have married into (the Swiss mentality), that which I have chosen to live in (the German mindset) and that which I thrive upon (my Kiwi juice) do not always fit together. Yet I feel comfortable being an outcast in my own town, circle of friends or intermediate family until “that time” rolls around!

What is “that time”? It is a section of the year in which we practice traditions and activities that have a very prominent link to our roots. They are usually part of a worldwide practice, which is occurring at the same time everywhere, only not with the same emphasizes placed upon them. For me one of these times is at Christmas.

The first influx of action for getting into the Christmas mood actually bothers me hardly at all. For the decorating of our restaurant before Advent begins is a rather neutral ground for placing light, angels, holly and Christmas roses in such a manner they are welcoming for all. I get great pleasure in unwrapping my various decorations and recalling how my children made this item or that as well as remembering where others where purchased.

Maybe the first touch of melancholy comes more into play when I pull out a CD with songs from my traditional English Christmas collection. Especially, as I actually never had much of a Christmas celebration in my immediate family environment as a child, these songs can rattle my bones. They bring up what I had for a short time as stability in my formative years. I was “shipped off” to the grandparents in Australia each Christmas season for the first few years of my life, which wasn’t really all that bad. I had my cousins to romp around with on the farm, getting into all types of devilish mischief. Also my grandfather played the organ in the local Anglican Church, so I would hear him practicing by us at home on the piano all the Christmas carols for weeks at a time. Humming along to the tunes, as I made mince meat pies with Nana in the kitchen, I was in my element. So it’s not the music, which “sets me off” for it is rather soothing.

It is more the moment I begin to prepare to write my Christmas cards. A very old fashioned action indeed now days. Everything is normally done electronically. E-cards, texted messages, movie clips of your head placed upon a dancing elves body, balancing on a surf board singing “what we are all doing for Christmas is surfing where your not” are more the rage. The traditional occupation of the postman delivering mail to your letter box will probably soon go out of fashion, just like tapes and CD´s are almost extinct. Yet here I am thinking upon all my family and friends spread around the world at the end of November. Pondering on what they may have got up to over the last year as I address envelopes. Sifting through what I have to tell them about my experiences of life in the twelve months since I last wrote.

My Darls mentions with a rolling of the eyes, “Oh yeah its that time of year once again”. He is not a Christmas person what so ever. Funny that when you had all the tinsel and celebration around you growing up, it can turn you in the other direction of wanting to run away from it rather than embrace it. He would be just as happy if you never mentioned a word of “all I want for Christmas is” in his presence and it has nothing to do with presents. It has to do with no carols, no church, no fuss over what you eat or with whom. Sound like a familiar Dickens character to you too, Lol?

Anyway so I place on my worn down Mathalia Jackson “Silent night” album on the turn table and I drift off into a world of tenderness and awareness. I compile my Christmas poem to reflect what I feel must strongly about over the last year. I hand write it in every card. I hand write individual letters to various people whom I know, want to know what we are up to as well and make some copies of a few photos to include. Then the first Christmas card arrives from overseas from a friend. That is the moment I get edgy.

It gives me such a feeling of being embraced with love but I begin to miss the exchanges of English style fruit mince pie and Christmas cake afternoon teas. The planning of which carol service you will attend. The talking of a local Christmas pantomime play you wish to visit from a friends theatre group.  The “simple things” that are the lead up for me to Christmas Day and its splendor. This year my first Christmas card was from a special friend here in my hometown. It arrived along with my Mums card. Usually she's first but my girlfriends lay on top of the pile of mail hence hers was technically at the front! This is when I realized I am living in a dual society. I write in English and many here have no clue how British English is complied. Often they find it long winded (but believe me the German language can go on forever and put you to sleep!) or complicated. We do use more expressive terms with a lot of innuendo involved in our language. Yet cutting that out would strip us of our individuality. We would become just another cut out from the sterilized pack of advertising jargons.

I say the devil wears a red dress for a reason! He wants to convince you to shorten your ways to sending off a digital greeting card that can even arrive a few seconds before Christmas eve strikes. A physical card requires up to two weeks to maybe get to the land of destination. He wants you to “get to the point” and state “Merry Xmas” cause then he has won and gotten rid of Christ in the main word. Crossing out Christ in Christmas is one of the greatest victories he can achieve and sadly it has taken a foothold just about everywhere. He would just say it gets it all down quicker and at less cost. Money and time are equally valued in our society and he would be adding up how he is ranking in the winnings here. He loves the idea you throw everyone into the same category and give him or her all a standized greeting. “Economize and hit the nail on the head” would be his slogan even if the message was impersonal. He’s into gathering numbers not hearing your story.

The devil loves telling you forget writing your Christmas cards. Become “up to date” and get wasted instead on mulled wine at the local Christmas markets. Slap everyone on the back and boast about what your buying the loved one for Christmas just don’t talk about the credit your have taken out to do it. Show your crissy spirit by dressing up as a Santa’s helper with your boobs popping out from the tight bodice and make all think it’s honestly only about sex not about a babe in a manger.

Ok go ahead and have your fun I say for each and everyone should find the reason behind this season to celebrate. The devil is a hungry, industrialized commercial magnet and he will never give up making this time of year into a laughing joke. Just please do not ask me to join in. I will not shorten my words to become a blind commercial jingle, without substance. Its not my thing. Rather let me do it my way and be me. Singing to old carols as I write my thoughts on why life is all about the “simple things”. Why a card written by hand is part of the sharing of my soul. Why I say to the devil wear your red dress baby but know I have the stamina to hold through when the winter gets cold, for I have gathered during the years, memories that have a much stronger hold on me. And I think my true friends know what the English language means to me. While the traditions of my forefathers will be kept alive in the words I write inside my Christmas cards, for eternity.

A real Christmas card with a kind and personalized word can go a long way in making someone feel so special in the commercialized world we live in today. It for me shows I care about you. Write one today for it could honestly mean the world to the one who receives it! 

Your Koruswhispers 

Monday, 8 December 2014

there is always a reason

Have you ever had a conversation out of the blue, with someone during the process of your travels (such as in a train or waiting at the airport) and you ask yourself how did you get onto such a special topic so quickly and what was the reason for this? Then within the last few seconds of your exchange it all falls into place and you know exactly why!

“Often you say” or perhaps “this never happens to me”.  I find I experience this on a regular basis. Even though I do not travel often there is a reason I sit down in a particular section of a train, near another person also on a journey from A to B, separate from me yet also through an unseen thread, connected to me.

That was how it was as I began my return trip back from visiting my daughter, after a pre-Christmas “time out”. The first part of my train travel was without instances expect the typical slight tardiness of the German train system. Yet even this made no impact upon my connecting journey, as it was also delayed and so it was that I bordered an overcrowded train and found myself, in the six-compartment cabin for the handicapped. I asked the man entering before me if you we are able to sit here. He said, “as long as no one comes in who is entitled to be here, yes, otherwise we then need to vacate the seat”. So I sat down and began to read. A partly blind man sat down beside us, his ears sealed by a pair of headphones, connecting him to his own inner world of sound. He was completely unaware of what we were experiencing.

Upon arriving at the first designated stop, as all the other passengers began to debark, our blind compartment companion slowly began to unwind his Braille stick getting up to leave the train. He was enclosed within his own world hence my compartment companion opened the door for him, watching him make his way towards the trains exit. Not in a hurry. Taking his steps in a rhythm only he walked. I asked if he made it off the train in time, as my cabin fellow was watching him disembark. Yes he said, “He just got off before the doors closed”. I saw through the train’s wide side windows, his bulky earphones mingle in with the other passengers on the platform and then he was gone. We could definitely learn from his self-reassurance I thought, that all to its own time!

I mentioned how amazing it was that he managed to know still even when to get off, for he could not have heard the conductors announcement. He must have an inner antae that “tuned” him in.  And so it was that we began a short but intense conversation on “awareness”. Awareness means to “take note” of what is happening around, near or by you, within the very moment you are in without needing “outer sight”. It’s an “inner feeling”. It is not like being watchful. More the tone here is of interaction and reaction. Creating your own action from inner observation.

“Awareness” is the word that has taken naturally the media and our consciousness of today’s world in storm.  Seminars, books, movies, retreats, dozens of mediative or other “practice promoting possibilities” to get you there or at least on your way can be purchased. What I wondered, are you for a person who suddenly hits upon a topic that has been floating around in my mind since yesterday and with which I immerse myself all the time of late.

For me it is important that I live what I preach with a daily balance of reflection but not imprisoning my thoughts and actions into a ridge cage of indifference or inaction. Being aware. I am continuously expanding and contracting my set views and opinions, which can be so ridge and restricting. Awareness then allows them to be released and be guided rather by my heart energy, instead of my egoistic mind full from past teachings, and processes lived.

For simplicities sake lets call my male train companion my “mirror reflection” or mr.  Mr mentioned that this weather is rather penetrating in its damp coldness of late, seeping right into your bones. I replied, “yes it is definitely requiring more rugging up than the dryer air of snow” and so it was that I stated I especially noticed this, as my daughter and I walked around the Christmas markets, rugged up against the chill but with plenty of time to mender and view all we saw. We exchanged where we were travelling to, if this was the regular manner of transportation used and I mentioned how train travel is for me so pleasant in Germany. In New Zealand it would be a whole different ball game if you went by the train or more likely bus. From this comment, come the precise direction then of our intense spiritual exchange.

We did not start “singing or humming or doing palm readings”. Rather we began to share an in-depth conversation on the “Zeitgeist”, the spirit of the times and its influence on the human being whom rush around having not a minutes space for viewing how they are living; let alone where, with whom or the reason for their existence, to come into question. We talked about what it is to actually practice awareness. To integrate awareness into your daily living.  I told of my previous days run in which I, ascending a steep hill, stopped up short as all the trees in front of me began to dance. It was as if a strong hand was shaking them from the roots up although the earth upon which I stood was as still as could be. Then I tuned into the immigrating birds song, which came from within the foliage as the sparrows began to rise up from the camouflage of the bare branches, where they had taken rest and fly further upon their journey from this winter coated hemisphere. Through my running in the open, with all senses alive to what surrounded me, I was free to experience the moment pure. It was electrifying for it showed me the rhythms of our own inner clock. It gave me the chance to capture in my minds eye, the vision of nature in action.

I became the tree that gave shelter, the bird that sang of its journey and the flock that gained strength from a communal ritual. This event that has occurred centuries before me and will continue to do so, long after my bones have once again returned to the stardust from which they originally came.

My mr told of his often standing stock still at the traffic lights, by an intersection and viewing those commuting around him. The traffics flow. The sound of the cities never-ending churning hum, that filters up from the cracks in the pavement and penetrates those walking upon it, without them realizing how it propels them forward, faster and faster into a black hole of timeless activity. The city never sleeps and so we humans become its cogs in the coils of its metallic mechanisms. We too are migrating instinctively towards the evolution of possibilities we humans think, we designate ourselves but actually never question if its productive or not!

Back and further our conversation went and a part of me watched from the side thinking, “who are you?” I knew these eyes viewing me from the other side of the train compartment. Compassion and intensity were reflected there. I am often told people cannot look me in the eye when I direct my full attention to them, as they feel “exposed”.  My mr was not feeling this rather I was and had at times to break eye contact. For me something new, which made my awareness of this moment only heightened.

I then shared a moment I had experienced yesterday about taking a photo in a large market hall of tea packaging. You read right, packaging. Not a person in the photo. This market hall is a gem of reconstructed history that has tourist guides filling you in on all the “hassle and bustle” that has kept it in the last 100 years a place of trade. You can, if your Euros have the crispness needed, purchase to your hearts delight. A tea once given to me by my son was on display in a massive scale and I thought, “I could buy one and send him a picture of where I did”.

“Stop taking photo. Stop. No photo. No photo!” screamed loudly, an Italian shop assistant from behind her counter. I just about peed my pants from shock. My heart skipped three beats and I wondered what all the fuss was. I had not tried to steal a thing. This reaction was strange being in a market hall, which was photographed from left, right and centre.  A tourist beside me said, “fancy, no photos”. I reacted by stating, “strange in a wonderful building like this” and I walked further, tears welling in my eyes, trying to gauge what the problem was. My daughter said the assistant probably knew you did not want to buy something and I had then to explain I actually wanted to and what I was doing.  She saw it as just an irate stall owner.  I as a “lesson to be learned from”, so I questioned continuously in my head what had I done to offend and where was the harm. Others perhaps would shout back an abusive comment. I pondered further. My mr and I talked about this, as in what can be done with photos now days in the Internet if someone was on the photo and how this can be abused and used in an inappropriate manner.

I then experienced within the next ten minutes something that was on the opposite reaction scale. Walking out of the market hall we went to a small pizza stand, where freshly made treats where available for purchase. Here we ordered one to share and the elderly man behind the counter offered me a free apple punch to try. The result being I brought one too! We then went to a table to wait on our order, which came several minutes later and I again took a photo of our “treat”. “Oh you’re photographing that – it looks really good!” said an elderly mans voice and I looked up to see an old, wrinkled German male face had stopped to watch what I was doing. He smiled and asked, “Why are you photographing it?” I explained I wanted to show my Darls, what we were doing and jokingly what he was missing out on! “Oh you’re a treasure”, he said, (my daughter was watching us, as if we came from Mars!) wished me a lovely evening and continued on his way. A few minutes exchange also over in a moment. So in a short span of time I had been shouted at, given a free drink and then praised! I was acutely aware of each event. My mind was ticking like crazy trying to order everything and find out what from these bamboozled collection of reactions was my lesson for the moment.

This is where my Mr comes back in. He said out of the blue, “you need not think all this had a direct relationship to you, as often it’s happening for another’s awareness and their expansion. You’re just the Catullus for something greater than that which you are living at this present moment. You’re the mirror for someone else”.

We arrived at the end station of Misters journey. He debarked. Exited. Conversation finished.  I had been given what was needed. Did you register when that had occurred in the last minute? My answer was stated in a simple manner: “You need not know why this all happened to you, for your only here to set something else in motion”. Yes I can live with that. It was my reason for experiencing all of this commotion. Not everything is directly related to me. I am aware that sometimes my presence is needed for another to venture further.

What a freeing thought indeed to think we intertwine with one another, in a mystical dance that brings each of us further along our own individual pathway, at a time that is just right for us.

There is always a reason for what I live. Just it might not be needed for me personally, rather I am giving another a helping hand along the way, to finding a reason to put a sparkle in their day. How I especially love that during pre-Christmas time.

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