One day, quite a few years ago, I was sitting on the step to our bungalow in our falling apart rental in Northcote enjoying a bit of sun when our cat, Mamma - who died a few years ago, came up and started rubbing against my legs.
My endless jar of honey had trained her to be brushed at the back step with a special brush…and she loved it. So, she was pretty insistent.
I was very frustrated.
I couldn’t be bothered.
I was tired and a bit over it and just wanted to sit in the sun and recharge.
Later that day, when my endless jar of honey arrived home, I complained to him about all this…
“She just kept insisting that I pat her…and I just couldn’t. I just didn’t have anything to give her!”
He looked at me, patiently and said…
“Maybe it’s not about what you’ve got to give her…”
This lesson, that I am deeply energised by giving what I have to other living things, comes back to me again and again.
One more reason to be grateful for the endless jar of honey in my life.
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