Are you sometimes feeling lost or alone or frightened? Do you want for something you feel you need ? Most human beings do feel these emotions from time to time, its part of the journey of living. As you traverse a difficult time and come out into the Light of a new day you realise you are back on course on your way and can leave behind you those clouds that blocked the sunshine.
We are all walking each other home each on our individual path keeping each other company giving each other love and support as we require it. We reach out to each other and find someone is there to hold our hand and understand our journey. We find these moments are the Golden Treasures of Life !
I had an Aunty Jean who was my grandmothers sister, I did not know her for most of my life but one day I found I was sitting next to her on a pew in a church at a funeral for a relative. Instantly I discovered she was a kindred spirit, warm, caring and very present, a real treasure. Jean loved painting, drawing and writing inspired verse that she decorated with her art. Jean reached out to people all around her, in her church, in her community and in her life. Jean was always sending people her notes in the post, little treasures of life she created with her drawings and poetry with a handwritten message just for you from her. Aunty Jean became a living example of a life lived in giving to those around you from yourself, a role model I chose to aspire to be. I once went to see her when she was in hospital and there she was with her writing and drawing tools and notebooks as sge was always working away on her inspirations.
I didn't spend alot of time with Aunty Jean or get to know her very well however she had been there in the background all my life and for some reason I'd never really been aware of her existence, she had outlived my grandparents by many many years. My own grandmother passed away suddenly when I was about 16 and she was so different fromAunty Jean I could hardly believe they were sisters. Grandma was very tough and resilient and worked away for her family, husband, and community tirelessly, she had a heart of gold but externally she was a tough character. My father told us many stories of his Mum, and her strength, her leadership, her business skills as a young woman, her taking care of her family and siblings at a young age,her management skills, he'd admired her achievements greatly. Grandma had held everything together and managed to keep her home and husband going and in good order, a tough act to follow.
I attended Aunty Jean's funeral in her church she had worked so tirelessly in and heard heartfelt stories of her life and character, the church was full of people coming to say goodbye to her. The minister was with her as she passed and said he saw a Light in the room with a stairway up to heaven and she was then received by the figure of Jesus. There was also a joke made that she must have had lots of shares in Australia Post as she had bought so many stamps to post her letters to so many people for years. Jean Jeffery had been very supportive of children and youth also. I was so glad I had gone and got to realise the gem and treasure she had been to all of life around her. The silent heroine. I went home inspired to live and be more like her.
We are all walking each other home each on our individual path keeping each other company giving each other love and support as we require it. We reach out to each other and find someone is there to hold our hand and understand our journey. We find these moments are the Golden Treasures of Life !
I had an Aunty Jean who was my grandmothers sister, I did not know her for most of my life but one day I found I was sitting next to her on a pew in a church at a funeral for a relative. Instantly I discovered she was a kindred spirit, warm, caring and very present, a real treasure. Jean loved painting, drawing and writing inspired verse that she decorated with her art. Jean reached out to people all around her, in her church, in her community and in her life. Jean was always sending people her notes in the post, little treasures of life she created with her drawings and poetry with a handwritten message just for you from her. Aunty Jean became a living example of a life lived in giving to those around you from yourself, a role model I chose to aspire to be. I once went to see her when she was in hospital and there she was with her writing and drawing tools and notebooks as sge was always working away on her inspirations.
I didn't spend alot of time with Aunty Jean or get to know her very well however she had been there in the background all my life and for some reason I'd never really been aware of her existence, she had outlived my grandparents by many many years. My own grandmother passed away suddenly when I was about 16 and she was so different fromAunty Jean I could hardly believe they were sisters. Grandma was very tough and resilient and worked away for her family, husband, and community tirelessly, she had a heart of gold but externally she was a tough character. My father told us many stories of his Mum, and her strength, her leadership, her business skills as a young woman, her taking care of her family and siblings at a young age,her management skills, he'd admired her achievements greatly. Grandma had held everything together and managed to keep her home and husband going and in good order, a tough act to follow.
I attended Aunty Jean's funeral in her church she had worked so tirelessly in and heard heartfelt stories of her life and character, the church was full of people coming to say goodbye to her. The minister was with her as she passed and said he saw a Light in the room with a stairway up to heaven and she was then received by the figure of Jesus. There was also a joke made that she must have had lots of shares in Australia Post as she had bought so many stamps to post her letters to so many people for years. Jean Jeffery had been very supportive of children and youth also. I was so glad I had gone and got to realise the gem and treasure she had been to all of life around her. The silent heroine. I went home inspired to live and be more like her.
The world is made richer by people like Aunty Jean who light up the world around them. They share their gifts with the world as a way to brighten up the lives of others. They aren't perfect they do have problems but they don't let them stand in the way of their mission in life, being of service to all Life.
As long as we keep caring for each other, giving a helping hand, being friendly and doing something for another, the world will be lit up by this and be a wonderful place to live in.
Some of Jean Jeffery's artistry from her book The Gentle Art of Hearing .
