Globalisation

1/5/10

In 2007 we visited Istanbul. I ventured to the Grand Bazaar twice, it was so big and the spruikers so insistent that I navigated perhaps 1/10th of it before slinking away, defeated. Even so I found the most beautiful ceramics, the colour of jewels, glossy as melted chocolate. I carted them back to Sydney, feeling smugly that they would be unique here. Today I ventured to Orange Grove Markets in Rozelle and what do you know? My dazzlingly coloured exotic ceramics were displayed for all to buy. That's globalisation.

I also bought a chilli plant and some punnets of Cos lettuce, which I planted this afternoon. I went to the markets with a dear friend and on the way home took some cuttings from succulents in her courtyard. I love looking at plants in my garden knowing they come from a friends house, it's like having a little piece of them. However, plants, unlike animals, often are not a reflection of their owners. My friend grows the hardiest of plants that withstand complete human neglect, but she is the most delicate of exotics, requiring tender love and gentle handling. Everyone deserves tender love, however some are more robust than others. I wish those that were more robust would be more empathetic towards those that are not. I am reminding myself of this as well.