366 days of gratitude

Just two visitors came to Janet Frame’s childhood home in Oamaru when I was on duty today.

They were from the Isle of Aaron, hadn’t read any of Frame’s work but had come across her name while doing the poets’ walk in Dunedin.

They stayed in the house for about an hour, reading about the author, her writing  and life, listening to a recording of her reading from her autobiography and generally soaking up the atmosphere.

Today I’m grateful for their lesson in looking, listening and learning.

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