A few years ago I met an older woman who was just too busy to die!
Years ago I worked as a receptionist at a chiropractic clinic. I always welcomed one very old lady, OK .... to some she was old, to others 80 is quite young.
This woman would rush into the waiting room with a happy disposition, although she did complain about her sore back that had just recently bothered her. She was just too busy with her crafts, her knitting, her clubs and her orders for all her crocheted blankets, that she really had no time at all for a trivial sore back!
She would immediately whip out her crochet hook and begin her tapestry, time was of the essence and an annoying medical appointment was a huge bother.
She would chat at the same speed as her crochet hook, both gathering speed as time went by. Relentlessly and endlessly both her crochet hook and her mouth never seemed to tire.
Then like a whirlwind after her appointment, she was gone...off quickly to catch the last hour of one of her numerous clubs and then home to feed the cat, then after a very rushed dinner out to drop off a rug at a clients house, then drop in for a quick chat to her daughter who happened to live on a street that was on the way home. Then a few more stitches on yet another project rug before she fell sound asleep beside a half drunk cup of tea.
I thought about this woman a great deal while I was working at this clinic, so different from any other 80 year old I had met. One day while pondering about her life, I came to the startling conclusion ...this woman was still alive because she did not have time to die, being so busy and occupied, excited and exhilarated, challenged and productive, she simply had no time for death.
It's 25 years ago that I worked at this clinic, I worked there for only one year, in that time I may have been with this woman maybe 5 or 6 times and only for 5 to 10 minutes while she waited for the chiro.
I don't know her name, I don't know her address, I don't know much of anything at all about her. How did she get to impact my life so markedly, in such a short period of time.
Somehow her countenance left a lasting impression on me.
I believe you cannot fake a countenance, it's who you are and your outlook on life.
Your countenance leaps up to your face from a place in your heart.
Your countenance is your heart printed on your face.
When your heart is alive.... well.... so are you.....
My images this week are random shots of our wonderful planet. Our earth with no overseer produces and lives its life to the fullest.
I have an exhibition of some of my photographic works. If you live in Adelaide I would love you to come. Please view details below. This is going to be awesome.