My mum goes to church, and her church had their annual fair today. We went to help yesterday, help them set up the junk stall and today we went to support her and my dad, who also gets roped in to helping out. We were sat in the little room where morning tea is served and it is shrine to the past, with photos of people in sports teams from the 40s, 50s and 60s. The room is very quaint and I got a real sense of being in a time warp. I looked at my child enjoying a glass of milk and my beloved and I eating our cakes made by local old ladies and got a real connection to the importance of community. My loved one looked over at me and said exactly the same thing as I was thinking.
You know I love my computer and my ipod and I wouldn't be without a skinny latte every day, but when all is said and done, there's nothing more important than people, a sense of belonging and support for one another is there ?
People and occasions make darn good memories, I don't think, when I am on my death bed, that I will say " ooh I wish I had spent more time on my Mac ". I am sure I will be more likely to think about the times I spent with real breathing and well loved human energies !
