It was a long weekend spent camping and a weekend of big and little perspectives.
A walk in the sky, with a temperate rainforest at our feet, (45 metres below our feet!). A bird’s eye view, we swayed in the breeze, like tree tops.
It was a weekend spent marvelling,
Squinting through the dim, evening camp light, knitting for the biggest kid,
made-to-order knitted love,
knowing that today she is off on her first school camp, feeling grown up and excited and big and also a little bit not grown up and nervous and small.
Yesterday, a package arrived and it contained a scarf and more fingerless gloves (TOO COOL!!!). Such a gesture from someone she has never met, made her heart swell.
All this with my ear to the radio listening to another disaster unfold and again I am struck by how my life goes along in its blessed ordinariness. I already had perspective, know how lucky I am. It takes my breath away, that this time last week, pre-earthquake, pre-tsunami, pre-ongoing nuclear threat, that so many other people also lived ordinary, blessed lives.
All I can do is in gestures.