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By Reina Free
Since I found a Neolithic flint scraper along Kings Lane (where is a guarded secret) my eagerness to find another one has grown even stronger.
There are places along Kings Lane where I get an unexplainable feeling that people long ago put up camp. I have had an interest in stones and fossils for many years. It gives me a tremendous thrill when I find an unusual one. Lately it has grown slightly out of control. Johanna and my close friends also know I am not the tidiest of housewives. I used to be, mopping the floor several times a day and driven to dusting. No more. For now in my time of life I consider seriously my physical, mental, emotional and spiritual well-being. So, when I am physically tired I down tools, sit in the sun and have a snooze, even at midday. The other three aspects of my well-being I place in God’s Hands, putting into practice, in various ways, every-day common sense.
As I walk along Kings Lane I stop, look up and listen to the birds, very conscious of the stillness, closely observing all kinds of things. I talk to God as to a loving wise friend about all kinds of things and for many people; what I call ‘having a word’. Our farmers are now a priority, they need two and possibly three weeks of sunshine, to harvest wheat, oats and barley.
Returning to my stones collection I have them almost everywhere: on window sills, in boxes in the kitchen and sunroom, even in the place of convenience.
We have invented a new word – a ‘not-too-hasty’ – when persuaded, after careful perusal, to return the less interesting stones back to Kings Lane. “Till we meet again” we say and back they go! This attitude of not-too-hasty can also be put to practice in the making of decisions and plans and, even more so, in our opinions and behaviour towards and about people. It makes sense most of the time not to be too hasty.
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