Divine Paradox and LIving in the Field of Grace
I love how Spirit works and suffice to say Spirit definitely has a sense of humour .In my recent trip to Warwick I saw the workings of Divine Paradox at play so that as the beginning of my trip seemed to lurch from disaster to disaster and I might have just hunkered down under the covers in my motel room and given into eating copious amounts of chocolate and watching TV and decided the Universe was conspiring against me and decided travelling to Warwick was an episode in my travel journey best forgotten about .
For starters the bus broke down and we arrived in Warwick two hours late which I have gone into some detail about on my blog article ‘What Happened On The Way To Warwick’ This meant that the art class I had booked in for and paid for and which I went to Warwick specifically for I missed out altogether The taxi driver dropped my computer on its head and by some miracle it wasn’t damaged
I also left my phone in that same taxi and when it finally came back to me a virtually brand new phone just wasn’t working and hasn’t worked since .
When I had vented my spleen at whoever needed to be vented at and shook my fist to the heavens had gotten over my disgust at forces I seemed to have no control over and just calmed down and decided to chill out and go with the flow .I gave myself a couple of extra days there in Warwick and gradually bit by bit a lovely silver lining to my tulmultuous grey beginnings started to unfold ..
For starters even though the bus had broken down and we ended up arriving at our destination 2 hours late I did meet some lovely people and had a riotously funny latter half of the trip filled with laughter that never would have happened if the trip had gone to plan
The next day as I was walking down the street to get to town determined to get in a bit of sight seeing at least I chanced upon a community hall wherein the Warwick flower show was in full swing
It was simply a delight to behold .Warwick is actually famous for its roses and here the best in show were proudly on show set in dreamy colour combos in glass vases against backdrops of snowy white table cloths.
I’m a big sucka for a beautiful flower so suffice to say I took plenty of photos which are in my photo gallery ……(See Warwick Flower Festival)
Those beautiful blooms were indeed balm to my soul
However I noticed I was still hanging onto vestages of the grumps when later I went to a Thai restaurant for dinner and the waitress kept me waiting at the counter for rather a protracted period I thought ‘Best not to keep the Queen waiting’ I smiled to myself as I turned on my heel and left imperiously deciding I would take my business elsewhere .
Not to worry though as sometimes in accordance with the wisdom of Dougal the Garbage Dump Bear ‘Sometimes bad things happen so that good things can happen ‘ and just across the road I found a wonderful innovative eatery probably the hippest coolest eating joint in town . It was a place called the Blue Bird and came about when one of Warwicks fine sons Warwick took himself off to the United States for to learn about American barbecuing and smokehousing techniques and brought his knowledge back to Warwick to share with his local community .There at the Blue Bird he offers a really vibey joint fresh and interesting contemporary cusine which is proving very popular .
Post Bluebird my spirits and my equanimity were restored and I was a bit more willing to let then the magic in Warwick continue to happen which it did. The phone that I left in the taxi was a new fangled thing which needed a university degree to operate and which I still hadn’t gotten the hang of so while I was waiting for its return I pulled my old faithful Samsung out of retirement and felt so much more comfortable and confident using it that I didnt stress too much when the new one boomeranged its way back to me eventually and mysteriously wasn’t working and hasnt worked since.
The next day my last day in Warwick was jam packed and I had a ball I set out early in the day to photograph some beautiful old historical buildings but got a bit diverted when I came across a ladies dress shop which sold just the sort of loose fitting layered linen look I really love at good prices
I had to smile as from the hidden recesses of the dressing room I could hear all the conversations going on at the counter between the sales ladies and the local ladies who popped in. It put me inmind of the scripture which talks about the ‘women at the well ‘ discussing secret women’s business
In a relatively short time while I was trying stuff on I heard about who was having invitro fertility treatments and had successfully fallen pregnant and who was getting married (actually the same person ) I heard about whose husband was being a pain in the proverbial and who was buying what for her aunt .The sales ladies were such sympathetic listeners and good counsellors and genuinely rejoicing in their customers good news I have no doubt they effected many sales and had a very healthy bottom line .
Later that day as I headed down to the river and took some wonderful nature shots particularly of seed pods I plan to put in my upcoming exhibition ‘ A fresh eye to local colour ‘I chanced upon a couple of painters Linda and Sue painting a mural on one of the ablutions blocks at the bottom end of town. These were artists who were working with HEADSPACE an organization which works to support people struggling with mental health issues and they had obtained funding for the Headspace group to go ahead with this mural Linda had designed it thematically to embrace and celebrate the natural fauna and flora of the area rendered in fresh light contemporary colours and also paying homage to the indigenous inhabitants and forebears of the region
They allowed me to take some photos of them at work and I was able to send them copies they might like to use for publicity and I will also include a reference to them and their lovely project in my upcoming photography exhibition as well
I also managed a return visit to the Bluebird that day as well smoke house I went back to my motel to meet by chance the loveliest lady on reception called Laureen who as chance would have it was a natural therapist a subject area of immense interest to me and we had such a nice chat .
When I left Warwick the next morning I left with a calm heart and a restored spirit I gazed happily at the beautiful rural scenery stretching out before us as we travelled down the range and I counted my blessings The words of a hymn I had learnt when I was a girl came to me and I sang it softly
marvelling at how even though at least 50 years will have passed I remembered every word .
The hymn goes I LOVE ALL BEAUTIOUS THINGS
I SEEK AND ADORE THEM
ALTHOUGH FOR TOMORROW IT MAY SEEM
LIKE THE EMPTY WORDS OF A DREAM
REMEMBERED ON WAKING
I TOO WILL SOMETHING MAKE
AND JOY IN THE MAKING ………….
Sometimes I feel the Universe must take perverse delight in unravelling our plans and seeming to give us lemons only to delight as we stand there grimacing in disgust going ‘what the’ in showing us what fabulous lemonade delights it can concoct for us far more exotic and refreshing and enjoyable and purposeful than we might have conceived of for ourselves if we will but trust in a Higher Power and see the carrots as they dangle . ( see Wendys Wisdom latest entry)
Love and blessings
Photo Linda Stewart and Sue Keong artists working on a funded project with Headspace in Warwick .October 2018