A Glass Full of Water

I asked some friends of differing ages and experiences, What’s the first thing that comes to mind with this statement, ‘That’s what friends do’. Dan said, “A couple of my friends store a few beers at my place at the beginning of the week, ready for our after work conversations in the workshop.” Leanna answered the question with, “My friends remember my birthday!” (It should be said here, that for years, the only birthday I remembered was my twin brothers).  Darcie smiled and then said, “My best friend Jen and I don’t see each other much, but she recently surprised me by booking flights from the south coast of New South Wales (Australia) to see me for two days. Such a crazy girl. But that meant such a lot to me.”  Mary-Anne thought for a few seconds, “My friend dances with me on my house deck in the moonlight.”  I spoke with Michelle and Sue together, their thoughts are combined. “Sue rings me or sees me at exactly the right time. We have known each other for 26 years. We ...

No actual blog story today. Just a few connected thoughts. Being kind is about taking action. It’s seeing a need and doing something, even something that appears insignificant. Now or ‘soon as’ is the best time.  Don’t always tell someone, “If there’s anything I can do, just ask.” Most people don’t ask and the need is still there. Take the initiative and help without being asked.  For example, our Raglan neighbours all help us and we help them. Between us, lawns have been mowed, gardens watered and produce shared, mail and courier parcels collected, rubbish and recycling bins brought in and often because we all like to travel, an eye is kept on neighbouring properties as an extra security measure.  Be prepared to help a neighbour more than once. The sun keeps shining and lawns grow! We make the time to help as this collective kindness comes out of relationship and connection. We know our neighbours but are not nosey. There is no expectation of reward, social media ‘look a...

Two little hands were stuffing a cafe lamington into his mouth. Talk about looking like a chipmunk. His brother watched and nonchalantly bit off huge chunks of his toasted sandwich. Then they tried to talk. Oh my goodness! Bits of food everywhere.  In that moment I thought about how our mum managed to cope with our shenanigans and successfully raise my five siblings, Linda, Chris, Jenny, Cathy, Mike, and me. She and all mums have the hardest job in the world.  Within a minute, the boys chased their food down by slurping on their smoothies in a competition to see who could reach the bottom of their glass first.  Their mum now needed to use the bathroom, which was in a separate building and o ne of her boys had to stay at the table (next to us) as there wasn’t room for everyone. What to do? She asked Val if she could mind him  and Val, without a moments hesitation said, “Sure.” The Mum looked relieved and smiled. The boy looked at Val and nodded his approval.  Lov...

I’ve seen lots of surfing clips over the years, but the clip that Jake, a physiotherapist and my son-in-law from Mount Maunganui sent me two weeks ago was different. There were heaps of people standing in the shallows, walking sticks were in the water, wheelchairs were up to the waters edge. Helpers were wearing blue and red. Participants wore yellow. What was going on? I viewed the clip again and again. Such joy on everyone’s faces. I glimpsed my grandchildren Patch and Ada helping too.  Disabled participants were surrounded by helpers, working in teams to get them out to the waves and back again…surfing! The biggest grins came from the surfers, whose disabilities for a short time were left behind.  I spoke further with Jake. “So much kindness, Steve,” he said. The Disabled Surfers Association of New Zealand (DSA) were at work creating togetherness and accomplishments that were humbling to see. The ‘Have a go Day’ at the Papamoa Surf lifesaving club ended with a sausage sizzl...

Kindness is about giving.  Have you ever been given an unexpected gift? Take a minute to think about getting a gift when you least expected it… Have you ever given a gift to someone at a time when it was just the right thing to do? A hug to follow perhaps. How about a gift with a handwritten note that you never want to throw away?  A neighbour’s children gave us gifts of muffins, scones and biscuits. And a few weeks ago their younger daughter and her friend gave us hand painted portraits of themselves. Their portraits are now stuck to our fridge. At the end of each school year, I’m always delighted with gifts of chocolates and other sweet treats. (That’s not a hint by the way!).  We now have a ceramic mushroom from a next door neighbour in our flower garden.  On a more unusual note and staying with the garden theme for a moment, another neighbour gave us 9 litres of worm wees!  We love to give gifts of books to our grandchildren- and it doesn’t have to be their ...

Our New Zealand educational aid team was staying in Dehradun, the capital of the Indian state of Uttarakhand, near the Himalayan foothills. Despite the snakes, monkeys and the biggest black spiders I/we had ever seen, we were enjoying working with the local teachers.  On one of our recreational days we travelled to Rishikesh, a city bordering the Ganges river. The city is known for its ashrams and adventure sports.  The first thing I noticed was the grey, turbulent water and a huge suspension bridge. We walked over this bridge to watch masses of people placing tiny boats with a lit candle in each of them, then sending them on their way to ‘who knows where’. The amazing sights, sounds and smells of India surrounded us again. Time to cross back over the bridge. One of our team was getting rapidly tired from the walking and  within a few minutes, it seemed like all her energy had gone. In a surprisingly determined voice she said, she would try walking again. With a team memb...