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I have always been a generous person: Love giving, I guess…
My piano left me today. Given, it was, with love and no expectations, other than it be loved and played, to friends of mine.
It was trundled onto a trolley, pushed over the carpet upon which it had stood for so long, its move away from the wall revealing one of my many descant recorders which had, at some point, slipped down the back – and which, for one magical moment, hung suspended by will-power and fairy-dust against the wall-paper.
As it accelerated down the piano movers’ sloping board, a tiny coin, loosed from within, tinkled out and fell onto the front door mat in the porch.
I picked it up – then, busy watching as the piano was strapped in to the removal vehicle, its stool, pink topped and elegantly carved, wedged in before it, my friends and the movers driving off for pastures new, only thought to examine the piano’s gift to me later.
It lay on my palm. Tarnished, but still silver and recognisable: A sixpence, coinage from my early years; a coin of huge significance to my childhood, and a source of colourful and immediate memories. A sixpence, minted in 1955, three years before I was born and sixteen years before Decimal Currency took over. I smiled. And a few tears leaked out, fell upon the sixpence.
‘Honour Abundance!’ Such is the message of this Autumnal Equinox – and it is a message dear to my heart, and something I abide by.
The piano will give great joy. It will be played brilliantly. It will enhance the lives of those who now own it. It was a gift, from the heart, gladly given.
I did not expect anything in return, so the mystical sixpence lying in my path was a delightful surprise. I felt as if the Fey had dropped in and left it! To me, it symbolises layers of abundance: Truly, it is worth more than the two pence which has, in some jarring, not-quite-fitting way, replaced it!
Abundance, you see, cannot be counted in piles of money, nor can it be figured in how much something would fetch on the market. Abundance starts with the heart, and is to do with giving openly and receiving with wonder and excitement. Giving is priceless.
I do not know how much my little sixpence would be worth in monetary terms, and I do not care either! To me, it is beyond compare. It is a generous reminder of the true nature of abundance, from the Universe.
More than a mere token… a true memento of your generosity.
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Thank you for this. I am keeping the sixpence as a charm, and a memory of those long-ago days when I was knee-high to a humming bird!
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It’s the little surprises in life that often mean the most. Your generosity is remarkable.
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Thank you. Yes, it is, isn’t it? Something about them seems to encapsulate the spirit of giving so perfectly. x
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Sadly my piano did not give forth such treasure when I sold it three years ago. However, I remember the pre decimal currency coins with great fondness. Variety of shape and size, you felt you had something in your purse and could buy so many things for a penny! Not so today.
I miss those times. the threepenny peice is coming back into circulation though……. as a modern pound coin. Worth about 3d I suppose.
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Golly, yes: Four BlackJacks for a penny; little twists of pink shrimps, or coloured sherbet or sherbet pips – all from the local sweet shop in Headington. Memories, eh?
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Oh yes! Not forgetting the fruit salad chews, sherbet fountains, aniseed balls, bullseyes, sweet cigarettes, liquorice laces and gob stoppers. Sigh.
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I can see them now, laid out so temptingly in front of us. Do you remember Monkee cards? My next sister down and I almost came to blows over those!
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Monkee Cards don’t ring a bell, unless you mean collecting the little cards you’d get in the packet of sweet cigarettes? I do remember trying to collect all the letters of the alphabet from tubes of smarties though!
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Ah! Well, the Monkee cards came out in around 1966/7 (when the Monkees were at the height of their fame) – so maybe you are too young!
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Oh you sweetheart. I do remember The Monkees (Saturday shows) and also the Banana Splits (One potato, two potato, three potato, four theme tune) and Ron Ely in Tarzan (TV series 1966). Those were the days!
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Weren’t they just? 1966 was the year I knew I wanted to be a writer: Even at the age of eight, that was utterly clear. x
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I was 10 and Dad got me interested in playing cribbage and watching football. Good year, as England won the World Cup!
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Yes, I recall that! Last time it happened! All the boys in my primary school got all excited about it. I am more yer Rugby and, more latterly, NFL fanatic myself – but can totally get the lure of the Game (one way or another). x
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I prefer rugby actually, as I am a ‘bum gal’…… all those bums in a scrum. Anyone will tell you that if I’m asked what it is I first notice about a guy, I say it depends if he’s coming towards me or walking away. 🙂
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Brilliant! Yes, the bums in the scrum are a sight worthy salivating over! xxx
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Reblogged this on Sue Vincent – Daily Echo.
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Many thanks, Sue – very touched. xxx
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Lovely gift from the piano xxx
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Wasn’t it just, Sue? I was so touched and heartened. It has symbolic worth over and above the obvious, too. xxx
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It does… and pays the crossing from the old life to the new xxx
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Perfect coin; perfect symbol. xxx
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Maybe you should have it made into a little charm? xxx
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What a brilliant idea, Sue: I will do just that! xxx
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Cool! 😀 xxx
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And it is a silver coin, Ali, and therefore will pay your way across the great river of circumstance and to you new ‘birth’. xxx
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Many thanks, Steve. This hasn’t even occurred to me in the excitement (and sadness) of it all. It arrived just at the right time. xxx
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*snort* half a shilling!
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So glad your piano found a loving home. 🙂
Got more for it, too, than we got for ours… half a shilling? Priceless! 😀 xx
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Thank you. So am I. My friends’ faces as the piano was loaded into the vehicle and driven off, the sheer joy I saw there, was worth more to me than any amount of money. But the sixpence was special too! xxx
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❤ xx
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Reblogged this on Shamanic Paths.
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Very touched that you reblogged this one. xxx
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Tis a lesson which sits close to me heart. Loved it! 😀 xx
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Thank you. It just seemed so perfect, the way it all happened – and that mix of weepiness and happiness so good a description of the human condition. xxx
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