“And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter and the sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.”
It began with a greeting card ,dropped into a letter box this morning, as we were dog walking. After breakfast we were immersed in the house cleaning, in preparation for the morning Yoga class I teach at home. So immersed that I did not realise a car had pulled into our driveway. At the dogs barking I left the vacuum cleaning to open the door . The gentleman had trouble approaching the front door, he is frail these days.
Barry ( name changed for reasons of privacy) had come to thank us for the card. Over a cup of tea he told us the story of his wife of 60 years in respite care. He was on his way to bring her home. Against advice, people are worried how he will manage her. Barry feels in his heart that her place is at home with him. Even though she is now under 24 hour care he feels she will be happier in her own home. Explaining to me that all the services are or soon will be in place. meals on wheels people from the respite services will come to make assessments , coming twice weekly to shower his wife. and yes he will think about a cleaning lady. as we spoke I could see the Yoga girls arriving by bicycle or walking to class, and then the car with the farmers arrived, and I could not ask Barry to leave.at that time he needed the space to be heard.
Leigh went downstairs to explain the situation,the resourceful women were graciously invited by Helen for coffee at Helen’s new home.
Thank you Helen and thank you class for being so understanding .Because at that moment a giving loving man needed friendship.
To the Yoga girls / class From my heart to yours I say thank you.
“And a youth said, speak to us of friendship. And he answered saying; your friend is your needs answered. He s your field which you sew with love and reap with thanksgiving. And he is your board and your fireside. For you come to him with your hunger and you seek him with your peace. ” Kahlil Gibran.