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Palette Of Possibilities ©

A Story by Pauline Hosie

paletteAs my train pulled out of the station, the happy faces of my daughter and sister disappeared from view. Momentarily I held their images in my mind. The beauty of the rising sun drew me into the present, as it caressed the sharp edges of tall buildings, gently nudging the sleepy city into wakefulness. Buildings came briefly into view, and then rushed past as a blur. Within minutes Melbourne became a memory.

A flickering palette of yellows and reds danced through my compartment as the sun exposed more of its potential light. The small brown table situated in front of me beckoned me to write. Not yet … time to enjoy the spectacular morning sun. Totally captivated by the artistry of the sun, the world before my eyes woke to another day. Suburb after suburb painted with sunlight.

An hour into the journey, distant farmhouses, horses and cows waited for shadows to melt into light. A kangaroo watched as the train glided by. Breakfast dishes were being collected when the announcement was made. “There is a tree across the track; we will have to stop at Seymour.” A few passengers muttered in frustration. Ten minutes later we pull into Seymour. Resigned to a short wait, most passengers remain seated. Half an hour later another announcement.

“We apologise for the relay, but removing the tree will take longer than expected. Buses will be organised to take you back to Sydney.” Moans from unhappy passengers, as one by one we file onto the platform. An hour later, disgruntled groups huddle to complain. Further down the platform I notice a small group of people gathered around a lady sitting on a small stool. Deciding to investigate I am amazed to discover the woman is painting two passengers as they chat.

palette“Are you a professional artist,” I ask? “ Yes. I Am.” the lady replied. “Rather than sit in the carriage, while my son is asleep, I decided to make the most of the stop. It has been a challenging trip. My family and I were booked on a flight back to Brisbane, but my son who has Aspergers Syndrome, refused to catch the plan. Travelling by train was our best option, but changing onto a bus will distress him terribly, he dislikes social interaction. We really need to get back to Brisbane.” She continued, “Our home may be flooded with all the rain we have experienced in Queensland.”

Wow! I thought of all the train passengers this lady has the most reason to be upset by the ongoing delay, yet here she was painting a beautiful picture of two passengers who had made the most of the stop by getting to know each other. So impressed was the elderly women with her portrait that she bought the painting from the Brisbane artist.

The buses appeared at 2PM that meant we would arrive in Sydney after midnight. As I boarded my bus, I noticed the blonde artist beside a tall teenage boy, whose face was shielded by a hood. What an inspiration she was ~ creating a palette of possibilities from what most passengers saw as a nuisance in their life.

photos courtesy Pauline Hosie

Kindness In Hidden Places ©

An unexpected act of kindness experience by Pauline Hosie

kindnessIt’s Friday night and the 504 bus is stopped in busy traffic.  Nearly 7pm, I will be late.  “It’s okay” I tell myself.  Over the years I have learned to be kind to myself, knowing that everything happens for a reason.  I focus ahead.  Once I spot the Caltex Petrol station, I press the red button.  As the blue “bus is stopping” sign lights up I make my way to the crowded back door.  The slim man in the grey business suit kindly moves across to let me through. “Thank you driver” I call out as the bus stops.

Streetlights guide me to the next corner.  Just as I am about to turn the corner at the mattress shop, my eyes are drawn to the dark, unlit street corner across the road.  A man in a black hooded windcheater is making himself invisible in the darkness.

What is he up to I wonder?

For some reason the hooded man makes me feel uneasy.

“Be kindno judging!“  I tell myself.  As I continue walking I spot the sign ‘Herbalist’.  Taking note of the large crystals in the window, I approach the bright blue door I know will be open.  Through the door and up the narrow stairs, I climb quietly…Nag Champa incense wafts under the closed door.  Too late!   Meditation has started.  I hesitate.  Will I try and enter quietly?  “No” I decide better not disturb the group.

Retracing my steps I wondered why I was guided to attend meditation only to arrive late.  What can I learn from the experience?

kindnessBack at the corner I wait for the traffic light to turn green.  While crossing I noticed the man in the black hoddie still hidden by the shadows.  Again I wondered what he is up too, conscious of his presence even with my back to him.

Just as I am about to cross Victoria Road I realize the elderly man beside me is blind.  When the traffic light changes, I take hold of the elderly gentleman’s arm and marvel at how brave he is to be out alone at night crossing one of the busiest intersection in Sydney.

Cane out in front, the frail gentleman walks slowing and deliberately beside me.  Aware we will not make the crossing in time, I do not hurry.  If impatient drive’s try to hurry us along ~ so be it!  The gentleman beside me deserves to be treated with dignity and respect.  After what appears a long time, my elderly friend and I step onto the pathway on the other side of the road.

“Are you going to be okay?“  I ask him.

“Yes I will be fine”, he insisted, thanking me.

Just as I turn away from the blind gentleman someone grabs hold of my arm.  Shocked, I turn around to hear the words “well done” from the hooded man who disappears into the crowd.  Stunned that I was being observed by the faceless man, I thought kindness lurks in hidden places.

photos courtesy chrissy poicino and pauline hosie

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