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Sweet peas

My Sweet Pea Fine Art Print - Maribel M3

We walk to the corner where I know we will part, where you will launch like a new shoot for its own possibilities, 800 kilometres away.

Through the air and across mountains we will trek, for our next enrichment of dinner and wine.

I walk a step in front of you, my head stooped to the dark pavement of the laneway that is barely lit by dim, shop lights. The darkness hides my brewing tears, and the inevitable.

A tram rattles by on the main street we approach. I glance up to see people sitting inside like soldiers of blades of grass, journeying to their own place.

Taxi’s too, hum on the roadside as they wait for a passenger to add life to their insides so they can make their way somewhere.

Although I walk that step ahead, I know we walk side by side as friends forever.

We grew together as fresh green buds of sweet peas, dancing into the sun to blossom in our myriad shades of reds and pinks.

And we entwined into one another when much support was needed to endure pelting rains and high winds. We knew the strength of that truss between us.

Today, we’re becoming the cacti that grow slowly, full of succulence and life, cacti that are strong and resilient, able to face any tough conditions ahead.

We arrive at that corner and these staunch cacti must say a good-bye that feels forever. I barely utter a word before the brewing bubbles of this cacti are too much, and they flow to infect your eyes too.

I know we will bloom in more shades of colours in our own patch of earth, and where we will survive droughts and floods with a determination that may sometimes test us. But our foundation of past leaning, where neither of us led nor followed, will see us through.

We will continue to mature together as we brave all of life, albeit, a few kilometres apart.

Cacti maturing in exquisite flowering, side-by-side.

“Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.” ~ Albert Camus

I want to be this beautiful giving tree

Occasionally I’m given a gift that is so thoughtful that it makes my heart go soft and gooey like bulging pillows of marshmallow roasting over warm embers. I’ve had a few of those gifts in my lifetime and I had the pleasure of receiving one of them this week. It was a late Christmas present from a most considerate woman, late due to her being away at Christmas and her man not knowing which present was to be given to me.

The gift came in a Christmas bag in two parts. The first was a hand blown wine glass from Swaziland, something this woman knew would appeal to my social conscience. The second part was a picture book called The Giving Tree, written and illustrated by Shel Silverstein. It was first published in 1964 and has become one of Silverstein’s best-known titles. It was listed in the “Top 100 Picture Books” of all time in a 2012 poll by the School Library Journal.

It’s a story that tickled me tender, about a boy who visited a tree every day to eat its apples, swing from its branches and climb its trunk. And all the while, the tree was happy. As the boy grew older, he wanted more from the tree and the tree kept giving until there was almost nothing left to give.

If like me, you hadn’t read the story before, you can hear Shel reading it in this cliphttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TZCP6OqRlE.

When I turned the last page over, I was almost breathless and tearful, saddened by the wanting and greediness of the boy yet warmed and heartened by the giving of the tree. I wanted to be this beautiful loving tree that gave and gave until it had nothing left to give. I wanted to have the acceptance of this tree.

It loved the boy for who he was and not because the boy played on its trunk or swung from its branches. That didn’t matter to the tree, for the tree was happy when the boy visited and played and only wanted the boy to be happy. The tree was happy to see the boy and to help him be happy.

The story was a beautiful reminder of acceptance and the meaning of unconditional love. I wished that all humanity was like that but knew it wasn’t in its current state.

I wonder whether the Universe orchestrates things to send prompts like these when we need them most. We can’t always work and be the best we can, or continue on that ‘right’ consistency of life. We humans have our sugar highs and lows, dilutions and densities, and we need gentle reminders like these as ingredients to fuel us to grow as we should.

For me it was a reminder to find that patience and understanding to things that challenge me, to find that joy in life that rainbow painted finger nails can give me, and comfortability in being centred.

What was even more striking to me about this love story was that it came from a most considerate and thoughtful woman who embodied the essence of this story.

Thank you beautiful woman.

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