When I moved to Australia 6.5 years ago, I had two suitcases and a carry-on.
I debated as to whether or not I’d sell my car, which I did. I still miss my Jetta. It was a fabulous car. I remember my Dad telling me that he wasn’t going to see me for a long time, that he felt my move to Australia was permanent.
I went with an open heart and no inhibitions. I jumped in and took on a director role, living with 20 American study abroad students. Can we talk about HUGE learning curve? Both professionally and personally. Huge. Massive.
- The quality of having experience, knowledge, and good judgment; the quality of being wise.
- The soundness of an action or decision with regard to the application of such experience, knowledge, and good judgment.
I was recently eating some rockmelon/cantaloupe and the smell of it transports me back into the depths of summer. Every summer we’d spend with my Grandma, every lunch we’d have sliced cantalopue. I have memories of my cousin and I inhaling beautifully cut pieces. I don’t know, but the intoxicating smell of a perfectly ripe cantalopue sends me down memory lane faster than anything else.
She is full of wisdom.
The way she could peel potatoes with a wooden handled knife. A small knife. “Michelle, you shouldn’t need anything more than a good sharp knife!” She’d eloquently peel cucumbers and slice her homemade sweet pickles into the potato salad that we pretty much require at all family gatherings.
I’ve never learnt how to sew or iron like her. But I have hanging baskets in my front porch, because I grew up loving the ones she had.
I don’t think it dawns upon us, until later in life, how much wisdom we have around us. How much we’ve taken on board, thank God…and how much we’ve let slip through the cracks of inexperience or lack of attention. I don’t think that wisdom necessarily equates old-age…rather it is about experience, being present, and willing to learn.
I have had so many pie crusts get thrown in the rubbish bin. I’ve had so many cookies burn flat on the tray. I’ve had a lot of conversations that I wish I could go back and undo or do differently. But, when it comes together because of a conscious effort to listen to your gut, let your heart speak, and the trials of yesteryear… you begin to combine wisdom into a different direction…you get a damn good looking pie!
You start to realise that you can branch out and do things you’ve never thought. You start to hone a desire to explore into the gifts that you’ve been given.
I don’t think that wisdom is something you can force, or manufacture, or buy off of a shelf. It think it’s life. It’s experience. It’s WILLINGNESS to accept where you failed, where you prevailed, to ask questions of yourself and others..and to be in a constant humbled conversation with whatever faith source you believe in.
Take this to heart. Do what I tell you—live! Sell everything and buy Wisdom! Forage for Understanding! Don’t forget one word! Don’t deviate an inch! Never walk away from Wisdom—she guards your life; love her—she keeps her eye on you. Above all and before all, do this: Get Wisdom! Write this at the top of your list: Get Understanding! Throw your arms around her—believe me, you won’t regret it; never let her go—she’ll make your life glorious. She’ll garland your life with grace, she’ll festoon your days with beauty. Proverbs 4:3-9
I was always so annoyed that I couldn’t use the knife as well as my grandma, or pinch the sides of pie crusts as beautifully as her. But it takes time, it takes effort, it takes a willingness to try again and again. Then one day you get it. One day it becomes effortless. One day it becomes your own bucket of wisdom.
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