Monthly Archives: October 2011

“Don’t Quit” poem

The author of this poem is unknown, but it is widely read and it is timely for me today. I hope it inspires you too!

“Don’t Quit”

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow –
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell just how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit-
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

Author unknown

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Spring in its fullness

We have had some welcome rain this week with some warmer temperatures and the garden is bursting with spring growth and beauty. It has been a very wind free year where I live and normally spring growth takes a battering. It is thriving without the damaging winds and I am really enjoying that.

Rock rose

Chatham Island For-get-me-not flower just emerging

New foliage on the Japanese Maple

Rock rose bushes

Look who is here!

Yesterday I posted about the last week or so. In that post I mentioned that my kowhai tree was flowering and that I hoped the Tuis would come and visit the tree.

Well they have been visiting. Yippee! My point and shoot camera has a limited zoom and Tuis are wary of people so my shots are not that close unfortunately.

I hope you can see the Tui in the tree and then flying away. I am so delighted that they are coming to drink the nectar from this lovely tree.

Some welcome news

How often news reports contain only doom and gloom but today I heard an item that made my heart sing and gives me hope.

The people responsible for doing home care service reviews in 5 District Health Boards around the country are going to return to that old fashioned concept of meeting people in their own homes to do these assessments.

For the last year assessments have been conducted via telephone. The move to this, at the time, appalled so many people yet despite valid protests and concerns the scheme went ahead. It was heart-wrenching to hear of elderly or disabled people losing their support systems after a telephone interview.

I love emails and the contacts that the internet brings to me but I also love and value getting together with people. We cannot do everything from a remote location and the care of people seems to me to be one area of life that requires trusting, face to face relationships.

The week that was plus another day or two

I see that I have not posted much on my blog this month so here is a quick summary of the last week plus another day or two:

 Plenty of ordinary tasks around the house and garden, plus some budgeting and early last week I was practicing for a special singing occasion.

 Tuesday last week saw me sing in a group of 100 others (all of us there because we love to sing- no auditions or qualifications required!) in a television recording. Our singing director was leading this group on behalf of the programme, “Praise Be.” We had had three previous rehearsals and then it took around two hours to get a “take” of 10 songs. Now I have to wait to see the finished result.

 On the way to the recording we spotted eleven Royal Spoonbills on the edge of the Pauatahanui Inlet. It seems likely that numbers of this regal, white, member of the heron family are increasing and that is splendid news.

 We have a family wedding at Xmas time this year and I needed an outfit. Last Wednesday a good friend, who has a keen eye for colour and style went with me on what was intended simply to be a “look”. However I found the perfect outfit and came home really delighted to have that ticked off the wedding “to do” list. It was made easy with such great support.

 In order to have guests here at the time of the wedding I have been trying to do some decluttering and tidying each day to chip away at what is quite some task.

 Meanwhile in the garden, nature has been moving ahead and our small kowhai tree is almost in flower now. There are plenty of flowers on it but they have yet to reach the point where the tuis and other birds can access the nectar. I am really hoping to see Tuis visit “my” tree in the next few days.

 Saturday saw me hurt my knee and I have been hobbling about since then. I’m off to see the physiotherapist this afternoon for a second appointment. I am taking life at a very gentle pace right now and of course I am being reminded of how one part of our body not working fully requires a lot more time and attention being given to everyday activities. My cats are great at showing me that there is much to be said for relaxing, sleeping, staying supple (!) and spending time in good company.

A peace story around the power of one

I had hoped to post over the weekend but events caught up with me and I spent very little time at the computer.

Here is a story that I found years ago and which struck me deeply and I thought I would share it with you today. As individuals we could be the voice that makes the difference…..

“Tell me, what does a snowflake weigh?” said the Crested Jay to the Pigeon.

“Next to nothing,” was the reply. “In that case I have a wondrous story to tell you,” said the Crested Jay.

“I was sitting on the branch of a fir tree one day, quite close to the trunk, when it began to snow. It didn’t fall violently, like in a wild storm, no, but rather as a dream, soundlessly and weightlessly. Since I had nothing better to do, I counted the snowflakes which came to rest on the twigs and needles of my branch. There were exactly 3,741,952 of them. When the three million seven hundred and forty one thousand, nine hundred and fifty third flake fell- as you say, a mere nothing- the branch broke.” And so saying, she flew off.

The Pigeon, a specialist in such matters since way back when Noah built his ark, reflected briefly and then said to herself, “Perhaps it would take only a single extra person’s voice for there to be peace on Earth.”

Taken from: New Fables -Thus spake the Marabou, by Kurt Kauter