In the ordinariness of life, gold is found !
It was the first Saturday of Spring, for those living on the south end of the Equator. There was a definite whiff of something in the air. Perhaps there was a change of frequency as the season changed from Winter to Spring, or perhaps it was a warming up of the weather, but something was stirring, a promise was coming !
The day was warm and welcoming, and there was a skip in my step as I set out to the doctor’s waiting room. I parked my car in the underground parking area and headed out to the Mall.
I had a lovely morning taking in the sights and sounds of the milling crowd, even did a little unplanned shopping, that always gives a lift to the mundane. Stopped by for a coffee, that goes so well with ‘retail therapy’ – and just soaked up the ordinariness of life.
It was when I went back down to the parking lot and paid at the underground parking station that I heard them. Two old minstrels strumming their guitar and banjo, and making the joy of music for those who would but listen.
I felt my heart stir, and went over to place an appreciation in their basket. They made such a lovely picture, that on the spur of the moment, I asked if I may take a photo of them. They kindly consented, as if it were the order of their day.
I lingered just a little longer to ask their names, and where they were from. Just a little light conversation to seal the moment. As I turned to walk away I heard myself say “You are such lovely people !” Just in time, I caught the smile in Conrad’s eye as he said “You are too miss” And right there was the gold, the exchange of community kindness. What a lovely brief moment in time ! I walked away on a little cloud that had been the promise of that Spring day.
Conrad and Raymond, the two minstrels that have been playing and entertaining the ‘car-parkers’ and shoppers at that Mall for many Saturdays – and over the Christmas season too. They are indeed a delightful feature an added bonus to the Mall, yet tucked away in the underground parking area.
Two old minstrels, with I am sure, stories to tell of their hard lives, and yet they are notably abandoned in the music they so diligently play for the passers-by.
Bring in the gold – threads of gold found in an ordinary day, in the lives of ordinary people. Bring in the gold I say !