My hand upon his arm to steady him, we walked up his long driveway toward the house he had lived in for much of his life.
“You don’t need to walk with me. I’ll be fine you know.”
“I know” I replied. “But this way we get a chance to chat before I have to continue on my way”.
He smiled as he replied “I’m 93 years old now but I can still get around”. As he said this, he straightened his back a little and we began chatting about how he loved to dance when he was younger. I thanked him for humouring my two left feet when we had shared a dance earlier in the day and he laughed saying “You held me up. We helped each other”.
Nearing the spot where his wife of 50+ years was waiting, I said goodbye and wished him a lovely afternoon telling him that I looked forward to seeing him again soon so we could share another dance.
But he didn’t come again.
Yesterday he was laid to rest in a little cemetery surrounded by trees and mountains. He touched my life only a handful of times but it’s sad to know that I will no longer see his face. Yet the world keeps on turning……..
Two weeks ago I sat in an auditorium listening to successful authors share with us the secrets of their success and offer encouragement and support to aspiring writers. Whilst I was looking forward to hearing every author speak, I was looking forward to one in particular. I had travelled to Melbourne two years previously to attend the same workshop as I was at now just to hear this man speak however he fell ill and couldn’t make it. This time I was looking forward to hearing him.
Seated on a leather chair in the middle of the stage, Dr Wayne Dyer welcomed the full auditorium explaining why he was seated “When you stand, you’re performing. When you sit, you teach.”
For the next 20 minutes this quiet and gentle man (who also had a wicked sense of humour) shared many insights and stories with us, not only about writing but about finding peace within yourself imparting wisdom such as: “To accomplish great things, you have to start small” and “In your writing you have to be yourself; fearless, willing and determined. Writing means your express yourself from your soul”.
I was a little shocked to come home (the same day that I heard of the passing of my dancing friend) to open my Facebook to find news of the passing a man I had heard speak not more than two weeks previously.
However, the world keeps on turning.
I’ve always said that the sun will always come up the next day. It makes no difference whether the metaphorical darkness is consuming your life; the physical world continues to turn and the sun always rises.
The world continues to turn.
On any given day I can open the newspaper, turn on the radio or the television and words and pictures of the ugliness of the world consume me. However, the world keeps on turning.
I believe it was William Shakespeare who said “All of the world is a stage and all the men and women merely players”.
When seen from space, Earth is a mere blip and the human race a mere microscopic dust particle. Whilst tragedy occurs, lives are lost, wars are waged, gardens grow, the wind blows, educations are earned, new babies come into the world, etc etc
The world continues to turn.