I was looking forward to Saturday. In the last few weeks I’ve supported a friend through the end stages of terminal cancer, holding her hand til she passed, ridden the roller coaster of supporting an addict in recovery, and juggled my daily work and writing. Saturday was this wonderful window of calm in front of me like a soft pillow to lay my weary head.
Nothing went to plan for me. My do-nothing day of leisure and self-replenishment which I had so looked forward to became about helping others through various crises and melt-downs. It’s okay. The Universe obviously cleared my calender so I’d be available for the people who needed me most. But it was an emotionally draining day, capping a difficult few weeks, and it left me wrung out.
I was driving through the inner city late yesterday when the traffic suddenly slowed. Cars tooted their horns. People yelled and gestured. I though there must have been a dog on the road.
The traffic slowed to a stop. I couldn’t see what was happening, so I said a quiet prayer, asking that the animal be okay and be guided back to safety. Finally the cars began moving again, swerving around something in the middle of the road. Some stopped to hurl abuse as they drove past. I craned my neck, trying to see what was obstructing our way.
Imagine my horror and disbelief when I saw an elderly aboriginal woman in the middle of the road. She was just sitting there, a shopping bag beside her on the ground, one shoe off, grazed knees. I pulled my car over to the side as soon as I could find a park and raced back to check on her.
“Hey, Sister,” she croaked at me as I got closer. “Can you see me? All the rest of your mob think I’m invisible.”
“Hey, Sister,” I called to her. “I see you. You okay?”
She swung her head towards me, squinting in the sun, but said nothing. I waited for a car to pass and crossed over to her.
“Hi, I’m Nicole. Are you okay? Do you need some help?”
She nodded her head yes.
I helped her up, and over to the footpath. She was unsteady on her feet and I wondered if I should call an ambulance.
“Sorry, love. I’m real sorry.” She leaned heavily on my arm. “I just live along here. Too late eating lunch and my strength’s gone. I came over all dizzy. I’ve got sugar,” she said weakly.
“You’re diabetic?” I asked as we walked up some steps to a small flat.
I got her inside, and she asked me to make her a sandwich, while she ate some jellybeans. Then her neighbour popped in and said she would make her friend a cup of tea and stay with her until she came ‘right’ again.
Before I left I asked if there was anyone I could call, or if she wanted me to take her to the doctor.
The old aboriginal lady patted my hand. “I’m alright now I’m home. You know, you’re a true nice girl,” she said. “Brought up proper. Your mother and grandmother, you do them proud. Here….” Reaching over to a box she pulled something out. “This is for you.”
She opened a small drawstring bag and put the contents in my hand, one by one.
“This shell, it’s from up my country.”
She placed it on my palm, and tiny grains of sand stuck to my fingers. I wanted to hold it to my nose and smell the sea. Suddenly I was homesick for my little farm at Byron Bay with a physical ache.
“Got this stone from the river. See how nice and smooth it is.” It was a piece of clear quartz, tumbled milky, and still luminous. I felt such comfort, and thought of Angels.
This one,” she held up a twisted grey rock, “I got this one off the beach. It reminds me of a baby wrapped up tight in his blanket, trying to talk to you. Feels real nice in your hand.”
“This one – it’s coral. Looks like an alien head with them two eyes.” She chuckled. “Friendly fella for watching over you.”
“And this last one, he’s a fossil crab, real old from the old times. Good for protecting your soft heart.”
I left with brimming eyes, embarrassed by her kindness.
And I never asked her name.
Today I’m holding these precious treasures in my hands and feeling humbled and awed. I wonder if she knew how much these things would mean to me, or what they symbolise after so hard a day, so hard a week.
Hey Sister, you okay?
I feel like it was HER watching out for ME.
Rainbow Dreaming. Rainbow Tribe. We are One. ♥