SCHOOL OF HEARTS
You wonder when you wander into a community if you are in a typical one or a special one. The common bond is the relationship with a person who has unexpectedly lost his life doing what he did every day, relatively healthy, not so old … Are these the reasons we are so shocked? Or is it because he was a loveable larrikin who stole the heart of the community he adopted those few short years ago. There’s more. He was irreverent, which actually teaches you to value what really matters. Like the adage: take what you do seriously, but not yourself. He cared where it mattered, and gave of himself and he was enthusiastic about stuff and about people.
You know, I hate talking about him in the past tense, something I will have to get used to. His Buddhism may have kept him centred and on good terms with life. It also teaches us not to get attached to people and things apparently. That’s a tough call. I needed lessons from him on that one.
Back to the community. Yes, they were lucky to have Izzy Foreal/Peter Knox, but he was also lucky to have them. As communities go, they don’t come more specialer than this.
He loved the bush he ran through and meditated in and he loved the special lady with whom he made a home and he loved the little Raleigh School of Arts that kind of represents the community of people who welcomed him and who now must carry on together, the community School of Hearts.
IZZY AND HIS FERRET