There is a Maori proverb that perfectly encapsulates a valuable life lesson. If you live in Aoteoroa New Zealand, you probably know it well too.
He aha te mea nui o te ao?
What is the most important thing in the world?
He tangata, he tangata, he tangata.
It is the people, it is the people, it is the people.
Today a treasured friend packed her car, locked her front door and headed off on an adventure. She’d been our neighbour/dog sitter/child minder/confidante for seven years.
She shoots from the hip, tells it like it is, laughs loudly, lives big and is passionate about creating which is why she’s leaving. To pursue a long held dream to develop her artistic skills in a far off city. I should probably add fearless to the descriptors. And kind. The type of kindness that is fast becoming a rarity.
Neither of us are big on tears. So our last catch up was spent cleaning a fridge, mopping floors and chatting. Just generally setting the world to rights stuff.
And now I can’t look out the window at the cottage that housed this wonderful person who has left a Gill sized hole not only in our lives, but the lives of so many people in our community.
People come into your life for a range of reasons. Gill came into mine to remind me of the proverb. As we rush through the helter skelter of life, as we strive to make order out of chaos, to raise children, to pay bills and to stay well, we must always make time for our people.
Because they are the only important thing.