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If we were having coffee right now

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This is part of the Everyday inspiration course.

 

If we were having coffee right now, I’d tell you about my weekend. I’d explain how I’m running a Company of Girl Guides. We only have seven and they are all new Guides. They joined at the beginning of the year. I’d explain about the camp and how, because it’s almost winter and the expected minimum temperature was 3 degrees, I had organised to pitch a tent in the Brownie hall and spend the night indoors.You’d shiver and agree that it was a wise decision and that personally, nothing would persuade you to abandon your comfy warm bed to sleep on the floor. I’d laugh and tell you about my assistant Guider, who was fantastic by day but at night snored like a saw mill and how I’d hardly had any sleep and after each camp I run I always vow that that would be my last. And it never is.

You’d ask what we do on camp and I’d bring out my photos to show you. See them here

If we were having coffee right now, I’d tell you about the dog. How, during campfire, every time a parent came and we had to open the electronic gate, a black Scottie dog came in and how my assistant Guider kept taking him out again. She was getting quite irritated at having to jump up each time a car arrived at our gate. With all the opening and closing, the gate, which was rather rickety to start with, decided to come off the rail at the bottom, making it impossible to close. We couldn’t do anything about it then but at the end of campfire I grabbed a father who had come to collect his daughter and he was able to lift the gate and put it back on the rails. We saw the parents off, took the dog out again and closed the gate for the night.

If we were having coffee together, I’d laugh as I recounted in my Assistant Guider’s words. “There I was, still half asleep, come to switch on the urn and this giant black rat jumped off your camping chair. It was that bloomin’ dog again. I got the fright of me life, I tell you. I lured him outside with a rusk – I hope we’ve got enough. He must have found a way in.”

If we were having coffee together, I’d tell you about Themba, my smallest Guide. She is black and comes from Alexandra. When the girls were all up having hot chocolate and rusks, the dog came to join us again. Themba jumped into my lap, dropping her rusk into her hot chocolate. With wide eyes, she pointed to the dog.

“Don’t you like dogs?” I’d asked her.

“I’m scared of them,” she’d said, almost shivering in my lap.

If we were having coffee together, I’d tell you how the rest of the camp was spent trying unsuccessfully to block any access points the dog might have, then organising how to keep Themba and the dog apart. He was actually a beautiful dog with an expensive, beaded collar, but no phone number on it. He obviously loved people and some of the girls started making plans of how they could ask their parents if they could take him home. The end of camp came, however and everybody went home leaving me and the dog.  I had a choice. I could leave the dog where he was or take him.

If we were having coffee together, I’d explain how I was not a dog person but rather a cat person and how the property we shared with our daughter and son in law had two cats, a rabbit and several birds. Then I’d probably start crying as I told you how I imagined that poor dog, cold and hungry looking for his owners. I suspected that a dog with such a lovely collar would have a microchip giving details of his owner.  I had already phoned the nearest vet but got no answer – probably because it was a Sunday. I remembered an animal clinic  in a suburb on my way home that was open 24 hours because the vet had a house behind the practice so I decided to take the dog there and he could scan for a microchip and maybe I could contact the owner.

If we were having coffee together, you might tell me that you had read in the newspapers that the Animal Clinic in question had closed down. I would say that that was exactly what I had found and that I had sat in the car with the dog trustingly sleeping in the back and cried and cried because I thought I had made the wrong decision. I had been told that the SPCA only keeps strays for 10 days before they are put to sleep and I hadn’t wanted to take him there but it seemed to be the only option. At least they would be able to scan for a microchip. I would take him the next day when everything was open again.

If we were having coffee together I would paint the picture of how the dog chased one of our cats up the tree and how I felt I had betrayed the cat who had been coming to greet me after my absence. I would tell you how I had had to close the dog in our 4m X 4m back garden and how he had cried when I left him alone there. It was then that I was sure that I had made the wrong decision. I would tell you how I phoned my best friend to ask to come and get some dog food and how she had told me that the SPCA had an all night number and how it was the best place to take the dog because that is where everybody phones if they have lost an animal. I found out that after a 4 day stray period the dog could be adopted. I decided to send an update to all the Guides’ parents so that if any of them were willing to adopt the dog I could give the SPCA their number.

I f we were having coffee together, I would show you the message I got from a lady whose daughter was no longer a Guide and hadn’t been for six months. I didn’t know she was still on the Guide whats app group She had seen a post on her suburb’s Facebook community group about a lost dog. It gave a number. Unfortunately by then I had already taken the dog to the SPCA. However, I phoned the owner and he now knows where his dog is. I am expecting any moment to get a message to say that they have been reunited.

If we were having coffee together, you would say that was such an amazing co-incidence. What if I had managed to persuade somebody else to take the dog to be scanned? What if the lady in my group had removed herself when her daughter had left Guides? What if I hadn’t had at least two parents who were vaguely interested in helping if the dog didn’t find his owner and I hadn’t sent the update with them in mind. What if the dog hadn’t chased my cat and I had not realized that he couldn’t stay the night? I would reply that I can clearly see the hand of God in the whole story.

 

Every Day inspiration Day 9

I am not a full time writer. Perhaps when I retire at the end of next year I will have more time to write. I would like to finish my novel “They Call me Nothing”  which is only at Chapter two at the moment.   I would also like to earn money from my writing, maybe research literary magazines that will accept short stories, write devotionals for something like Upper Room. Of course it’s all very well having a machine that can give me more time, but I will need the accompanying energy too.

If I only had time…….

Day 7

Instead of using the inspiration for day 7, I am going to expand on day 4 prompted by the picture and encouraged by Ridiculous Bharath.  I am trying my hand at Wuxia fiction. This is a new genre  for me so, if you are more familiar with it, I would love constructive feedback. Is it too predictable?

Tiger eye (2 542 words)

Behind her was her family’s burning farm and the warriors from the Wu kingdom. They had orders to wipe out all the members of the Xi clan- except for the young boys, of course. Su Yung had watched from behind the goat house as the unconscious body of her younger brother, Yan-lin, was carried out, bound hand and foot, before the farm was torched.

In front of her was the forest. All through her twelve years of life she had been warned about the dangers of the forest and of the tigers that lurked there. Now, as the evening sun was setting, she began running headlong into the trees. Her blue coat flapped around her legs uncomfortably but she was grateful for its warmth. The smell of pine trees mingled with the dank smell of the forest floor. Her breath was coming in short gasps but her legs continued to run, powered by a force that was stronger than her aching muscles.

Perhaps if she survived the night, she could still rescue her brother who would be taken to the kingdom of Wu and trained for their army. How dishonourable it was for her and her family if Yan-lin was forced to fight for the oppressors.

As darkness crept through the trees like a thousand black snakes, Su Yung began to move more slowly, straining her eyes to see the forest floor. She couldn’t go on much further in the dark.

She stopped and listened. The sounds of birds settling down in their nests had ceased and the comforting sound of the night insects had begun. Was that a rustling behind her? She had better move on again.

Su Yung shivered and buttoned up her coat. She looked around again. Straight ahead and slightly to the right was an area that was slightly lighter than the surrounding forest. She headed in that direction, trying to walk silently.

As she got closer, Su saw a fire ahead. It drew her with the promise of warmth. When she got to the edge of the clearing she lay down behind a large tree and surveyed the area. There seemed to be nobody around although she could smell food in the smoke. She lay entirely still for a long time and then, when there was still no sign of anybody, she crept forward.

On the fire was a metal bowl of soup. It was very strange. Nobody lived in the Tiger’s forest. The smell of onions and carrots taunted her, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten since early morning. Su took off her coat and used it to take the bowl off the fire. It was still too hot to drink. She was taking it back to the protection of her tree when the warriors attacked.

Strong arms encircled her, pinning her arms to her sides. The bowl of soup went flying. She felt the cold edge of a dao at her neck. Two warriors in their blue livery were crouching in front of her, their daos glinting orange in the firelight.

“Wait!” said an authoritive voice from behind her. He was obviously the leader. “I am going to get a little bit of pleasure from her before she dies. Hold her down on the ground for me.”

Fear was in Su’s heart like a dao. Dishonour upon dishonour! She wished she could rather kill herself. The crouching warriors in front of her seemed reluctant. “But, honourable Prince,” said the one on her left, “It is against the code of the warrior to take pleasure from a woman when engaged in a kingdom mission.”

Su felt the arms around her tighten and she sensed the anger in him tying his insides into a knot. “Jen Lan, am I or am I not, a prince of Wu?” he said, in a low, threatening voice.

“You are,’ said Jen Lan. His sword quivered slightly.

“I care nothing for the warrior code. It doesn’t apply to me. Do you remember the punishment for disobeying a member of the royal household?” His voice was cold, like steel. “Now do as I say!”

They knocked her to the ground but she saw disrespect flicker in their eyes.

At that moment Su Yung saw the tiger out of the corner of her eye. His golden body flew through the air towards her, rippling in the firelight. “It is honourable to be killed by a noble tiger,” she thought just before everything went black.

 

Su opened her eyes. The predawn light outlined the trees. For a moment she didn’t know where she was. She felt comfortable as if she were lying on a pile of leaves. Her coat was wrapped around her, keeping her warm. As she started remembering, fear settled around her neck like a noose. She sprang up and looked around. In the centre of the clearing were the ashes of the fire and, unbelievably, the bowl of soup. She reached for it. It was pleasantly warm. It soothed her gnawing hunger. She felt like she had woken from a dream. Perhaps there were never any warriors attacking her. Perhaps there had never been a tiger.

Su walked between the fire ashes and the big tree, looking for signs of a scuffle. There it was! In the damp earth near the pile of leaves where she had woken up, was the distinct paw print of a tiger. It was larger than she would have expected – at least twice as large as her palm. In the middle and almost buried in the ground, was something shiny. She dug it out with her fingers. It was an oval stone, brown and shiny. In the middle was a hole, perfectly round, with orange stripes radiating from it. It looked like an eye – a tiger eye. She cleaned the stone with the corner of her dress. How pretty it was. She could see the reflection of the rising sun in its shiny surface. It felt warm in her hand. As she held it in both hands close to her heart, she felt the noose of fear loosen. She had been given the gift of life, the gift of courage. Looking further she saw a thin strip of blue cloth. It seemed to have been sliced neatly by a sharp sword. She twisted it into a cord and threaded it through her stone and tied it around her neck.

Two paces from where she found the blue cloth was another tiger footprint, then another. As the sun continued to rise, Su Yung followed the footprints. Just before noon she saw him, a huge golden tiger asleep in a tree. Next to him were the tattered remains of a blue robe. She no longer had any fear.

“Thank you, Noble Tiger,” said Su. “You saved my life. My life is now yours.”

She heard him although he didn’t open his eyes. His voice was like honey, pleasant and mellow. “You have been chosen,” it said, “You will save the kingdom of Xi from the hand of Wu. You will free the captive boys. Follow my steps to your new master. Learn and obey.”

The paw prints continued and Su followed until she finally came out of the forest. In front of her was a small, rustic house of wood surrounded by a vegetable garden. In the garden was an old man, digging with a fork. His face was wrinkled like the bark of a tree and his grey beard was pulled together to make a point. On his head he wore a sunhat shaped like a flat bowl.

“Whom do you serve, honourable Sir?” asked Su Yung.

“I serve the king of Xi and Prince Ming Yong, known as the Tiger Prince.”

“I am sent to serve you,” said Su. She placed her hands together and bowed respectfully.

“I have been awaiting your coming, Daughter of the Gift,” said the old man. He put down his fork and raised himself to his full height. “I am Woo. You will help me tend the garden and look after the house and feed wandering travellers and students. I will teach you the ancient art of Qing-gong. Before we start, is there a message you would like to give your brother?”

Su thought carefully. “I would tell him and all the others, ‘Pretend to obey. Work with diligence and honour. Learn all you can from your masters and wait for me. I will free you.’”

 

Training began the next day. Every morning she would rise at dawn and meditate. “Stand like a tree,” said Master Woo. He planted his feet a little wider than his shoulders and bent his knees. Su imitated him. “Keep your spine straight! Now imagine you are hugging a tree but drop your hands a bit. Good.” He nodded. “Now while you are standing like that, get in touch with your qi. It is your life force and you must learn to master it. Breathe deeply.” Without another word he went outside.

Su stayed in the position until her leg muscles ached. She told herself that her body no longer belonged to her but to the Lord Tiger. She breathed deeply and felt the warmth of the stone around her neck. She wished he would come back. After what seemed like forever he did. “Relax your shoulders. You can’t breathe deeply enough if your shoulders are tense.”

After meditation she prepared food for the day and tidied the house, sweeping, airing the sleeping mats, cleaning the walls.

In the afternoon there was physical training. In time she learned the circle walk. Master Woo laid out a circle of logs. “You walk on the logs, keeping your centre of gravity low.” Every day he made her go faster and faster.  Over time the logs got turned upright then they got thinner and more widely spaced.

One day Master Woo came to Su even before the sun was up. “Daughter of the Gift,” he said, “today you have been with me for a year. Today you are going to try and catch me. I will run a course and scale obstacles and you will follow me, going as fast as you can.”

Su was surprised to find out it had been a year already. On one hand it seemed like yesterday that she had come and on the other hand she seemed to have been here forever. She had learned to run up planks which were leaning against the wall and every day the angle had got steeper. She had done ankle jumps into and out of ditches; she had learned to do high jumps over a horizontal tree branch the height of a horse. She could do the long low distance sprint for 10 miles in 30 minutes. She felt ready for the challenge.

They started when the sun rose. Master Woo ran in the direction of the village, away from the forest. As he ran through the wheat fields he made barely a ripple in the tall leaves. Su was right behind him, close on his heels. She lost a bit of pace when they came to the wall of the fortress. Master Woo ran straight up the wall but Su had to jump on a tall tree stump and then jump to the top of the wall. Running down again was easier. When they came to the gorge, her master jumped right over but she fell short of the distance and had to clamber up the other side, ignoring the pain in her ankle where she had hit it on a rock as she landed. When they came to the lake, Master Woo ran across the surface of the water but Su could not. She stayed on the bank, doubled over and trying to get her breath back.

Master Woo came back, running on the water again. “You thought you were ready, didn’t you?” he asked solemnly. ”You were filled with pride. If you have self in your heart you cannot control your qi. Now breathe like I taught you and not like a tree chopped in the middle. Think yourself light like a feather.”

Once she had gained control again he handed her a handful of green leaves. “These are special herbs that will make you lighter and faster,” he said. “Eat them now.” Su obeyed. “Now we go back.”

They were off again. This time Su was able to run up the fortress wall although it might have been lower on the north side. She still couldn’t catch the master though.

“When you catch me, you will be ready to fulfil your destiny,” he told her once they were back at the wooden house again. “We will do this every year.”

And they did. By year five Su Yung could do the circle walk on chop sticks and jump distances she had never dreamt of.

“You are nearly ready,” said Master Woo. He had begun to show signs of aging. Often he coughed during the night and he seemed to be losing weight. “One last thing you still need to learn. “There is still hatred in your heart for the prince of Wu. If you don’t respect your enemy you cannot vanquish him. Anger blocks the channels of qi.”

At the end of the fifth year there was only one second’s difference between them and at the end of the sixth year Su Yung caught the master. She felt neither pride nor elation, only humble gratitude for the training he had given her.

“Now you are ready,” Woo said to her that night after she had settled him in bed. His voice was gruff with emotion and quiet with age and she had to lean over to hear. “My task is accomplished. Tomorrow you are to make your way to the Castle of Wu and free the young men who were taken captive. Do not take any personal revenge. Lead them to the fortress we ran over today. Prince Ming Yong will meet you there.” He put his hands over the stone that she still wore around her neck. “This stone is the eye of the tiger. I grant it all my powers. It will protect you, it will guide you, it will heal wounds. When you see another like it, you are to marry the man who wears it.”

The next morning, Master Woo was dead.

 

Legend recounts how a beautiful young girl called Su Yung ran all the way from the Kingdom of Xi to the Wu castle. She ran over the river, bounced on the high wall, flying over the moat and into the Guard house. She jumped over the guards, grabbing the keys from them in mid air. She released 120 young men. They had trusted the message, learning everything they could about swordsmanship and martial arts. Su Yung led them to Prince Ming Yong who wore a tiger skin as a cloak and had a blue cloth belt fastened with a stone that looked like a tiger eye. Together they trained the men in qing-gong and learned swordsmanship and weaponry from them.

After five years the kingdom of Wu was totally defeated and annexed into the Xi Kingdom, reigned over by King Ming Yong and Queen Su Yong.

A Note to myself at 80

Dear Jenny,

Well, first of all, congratulations on making 80! How do you feel?

Les and I often talked about how we would be when we were as old as our mothers. I am assuming Mom is dead now. I hope you appreciated her while she was still alive and learned from her positive attitude.

I hope you are still writing and enjoying photography (or aren’t the eyes good enough anymore?)

A couple of pointers from my perspective.

  1. Doctors know more about medicine than you do, although I grant you that you know your body’s quirks better.
  2. People prefer to be around positive people than negative ones.
  3. Don’t neglect your friends.
  4. Don’t neglect your relationship with God. Now is the time in your life when you do have time.
  5. If possible, keep abreast of Technology. Ask the children and grandchildren for help.
  6. Be grateful. Count your blessings every day.

Please remember me with affection. I made the best decisions I could at the time.

Your Precursor,

Jenny at 63.

Everyday Inspiration, Day Six: The Space to Write

Where do I write?

Usually I write in my study with a small netbook. I use a wireless mouse because mouse pads drive me crazy. In fact my netbook has a quirk that unless I specifically press Fn and F1, it feels free to jumble my letters whenever it feels like it. You can tell I am slightly technologically challenged.

On occasion, I might take my netbook to the lounge or outside to write but my concentration is not as good. If ideas hit me suddenly, I write where I am, either in a notebook (the old fashioned kind) or on  a scrap of paper or somebody else’s computer.

At the moment I am trying to get into the habit of writing regularly according to a schedule but it is still in the very beginning stage and I  tend to be erratic.

Ideally my writing space would be a quiet room with no distractions, preferably with a beautiful view with free access to cappuccino and the occasional snack for when I need to take a break.

I decided to combine today’s assignment with Linda G Hill’s Streams of Consciousness Saturday. I hope that is allowed.

Is there anybody else out there who is just a beginner?

 

Every Day Inspiration 4

 

I am running a day behind. Yesterday’s prompt is the picture above.

Behind her was her family’s burning farm and the fighters from the Wu kingdom who had determined to wipe out all the members of the Xi clan. In front of her was the forest with all its dangers. Su Yung had no choice. All through her twelve years of life she had been warned about the dangers of the forest and of the tigers who lurked there. Now, as the evening sun was setting, she began running headlong into the trees. Her blue coat flapped around her legs uncomfortably but she was grateful for its warmth. The smell of pine trees mingled with the dank smell of the forest floor. Her breath was coming in short gasps but her legs continued to run, powered by a force that was stronger than her aching muscles. Perhaps if she could stay safely hidden for the night, she could come back when the raiders had tired of looking for her. Perhaps she could make her way to find her grandfather who would tell her what to do.

This is the potential opening of a Wuxia short story. Any comments or suggestions?

Everyday Inspiration Day 3

Home

Home is somewhere where you are loved unconditionally. It starts out as where you live with your parents and any brothers and sisters. It might be where you live with your husband and your own children. It might even be where you come to after a busy day and find a dog ecstatic to see you. If there is no unconditional love, then it is not really home but just a dwelling or a residence.

Being homeless is not only sleeping on the street or in a ditch, it is not having anybody to care about you, it is not having anybody to worry about you if you don’t come home or miss you when you are no longer around.

A home is somewhere where you can be comfortable being you – the real you. Where you can surround yourself with your things and arrange the surroundings according to your taste. Home is where you hide when the world mistreats you, where you recuperate when you are sick, where you rest when you are tired. It’s a place to invite friends, to share meals.

Everybody ought to have a home but it is an ideal and in this broken world not everybody has what they need. Only, perhaps, in heaven, where all wrongs are righted and all tears are wiped away will we find our eternal home.

Things I’m grateful for

 

This is a slight variation on Things I like, which is my assignment for day 2.

I thank God for the following:

My family (kind, loving, husband, 3 amazing children and 5 wonderful grandchildren)

Our home which God provided

My job. OK it doesn’t pay much but it suits my temperament, I have school holidays free and I believe I am enriching the lives of others.

My health. Sure I have an ache or two and various bacteria and viruses come and picnic in my body on occasion, but overall I am healthy.

My friends. My best friend I have known longer than my husband, and we still meet once a week to pray together. Besides that I work with some amazing people, people who’s kindness shames my frequent forgetfulness, whose energy never seems to run out who are always surprising me by the hidden talents they posses. Then there is our fellowship group, my co-Guide Leaders, church friends, talented people in the photography club and writers circles.

Then there are all the things I take for granted every day, oxygen to breathe, food to eat, money to buy cappuccino, clothes, colours, a beautiful country, the arts, music, creativity, sport, technology, the internet, cell phones, cameras, furniture (especially a comfortable bed) electricity, water, warmth, beauty, the ability to walk, to drive, to see, to hear, to feel to taste and the variety of wonderful food God has provided to taste. ( not to mention the variety of flowers, music, landcapes, sunsets to be enjoyed by my other senses.

I am sure I can go on and on. What everyday things that we all take for granted have I forgotten? We were reminded on Sunday of an old “rinky dink” song, “Count your blessings.” Seems like a good idea.

I write because..

I have started a 20 day challenge to write every day.

Today’s challenge is 15 minutes free writing on why I write.

I write because I feel God has called me to write. See “How it all began” When you think about it, if I had been called to be a missionary in some foreign country, I would not be able to procrastinate and only do it when I was not too busy doing something else! If I take my writing as seriously, I must at least write every day. It is not a hobby, or an add on. It is a calling. I have heard that there is no such thing as Writer’s Block. Imagine if you have a job and when you wake up in the morning and don’t feel like going to work, you phone your boss and explain that you have Worker’s block! I never feel like going to work in the morning.

I must remember for Whom I write. I was not called to publish, I was not called to make lots of money, I was not called to win competitions. I was just called to write. So let me do that diligently and leave the rest to God.

I’m not sure if that was 15 minutes or not. It is at least a start.