So many times on this most recent journey, I have been reminded how many wonderful people/experiences I would have not known/had if I had not been 'open' to them. And how the vast majority of these experiences have become my strongest support. I wonder how many opportunities I would have missed if I had insisted "that I can do this myself".
The memorial at Hospice was very touching, every speaker from Hospice thanked us for allowing them the honor of being part of our lives--- And I then realized, everyone in this room "Gets it".
This journey has taught so many lessons yet there are more
Before the memorial, I was literally sick with nerves---
now, I am so glad I went
So, this morning's Good Morning Greeting 'Tuesday classic' seemed so timely:
There are many versions of this story from around the word, the message is the same ---
The Stone Soup Story
Many years ago three soldiers, hungry and weary of battle, came upon a small village. The villagers, suffering a meager harvest and the many years of war, quickly hid what little they had to eat and met the three at the village square, wringing their hands and bemoaning the lack of anything to eat.
The soldiers spoke quietly among themselves and the first soldier then turned to the village elders. "Your tired fields have left you nothing to share, so we will share what little we have: the secret of how to make soup from stones."
Naturally the villagers were intrigued and soon a fire was put to the town's greatest kettle as the soldiers dropped in three smooth stones. "Now this will be a fine soup", said the second soldier; "but a pinch of salt and some parsley would make it wonderful!" Up jumped a villager, crying "What luck! I've just remembered where some's been left!" And off she ran, returning with an apronful of parsley and a turnip. As the kettle boiled on, the memory of the village improved: soon barley, carrots, beef and cream had found their way into the great pot, and a cask of wine was rolled into the square as all sat down to feast.
They ate and danced and sang well into the night, refreshed by the feast and their new-found friends. In the morning the three soldiers awoke to find the entire village standing before them. At their feet lay a satchel of the village's best breads and cheese. "You have given us the greatest of gifts: the secret of how to make soup from stones", said an elder, "and we shall never forget." The third soldier turned to the crowd, and said:
"There is no secret, but this is certain: it is only by sharing that we may make a feast".