Many years ago, or perhaps just yesterday, three travellers approached a village. The travellers were hungry but in many ways the villagers were in a worse position: after years of civil war and poor harvests they feared hunger, they feared scarcity and each person or family hoarded what little they had.
So as the travellers walked through the village one person after another assured them that there was no food to spare.
The travellers stopped in the village square and said to the villagers, “Since you have nothing to share, we will share what little we have: the secret of how to make soup from stones.”
Naturally the villagers were intrigued and soon a fire was lit under the town’s largest cooking pot, water was added and the travellers ceremoniously dropped in three smooth stones.
“Now this is going to be a fine soup,” said one of the travellers, “but a pinch of salt and some mixed herbs would make it wonderful.” Up jumped a villager crying out that she’d just remembered where she’d seen some. And off she ran, returning with a spoonful of salt, an apron full of herbs “found” by her neighbours, and a turnip. As the pot boiled on, the memories of the villagers improved. Soon barley, carrots, potatoes and small quantities of soup ingredients donated by every single person in the village found their way into the great pot, and a cask of wine was rolled into the square as all sat down to feast.
They ate and danced and sang well into the night, refreshed by the feast and their new-found friends. In the morning the three travellers awoke to find the entire village standing in front of them. At their feet lay a satchel of the village’s best breads and cheese.
“You have given us the greatest gift,” said an elder, “the secret of how to make soup from stones, and we shall never forget.”
The third traveller turned to the crowd and said, “There is no secret, but this is certain: it is only by sharing that we may make a feast.”
And off the travellers went, never to be seen again, However the villagers and all those they visited had a whole new recipe – for life.
What would I regret not having done when I come to the end of my life?
List all the things that come to mind when you ask yourself this question. Give yourself permission to write down whatever comes to mind and don’t ‘think’ about it for too long.
To support you to get going I have given you some life areas to write about. Add your own as you write and remember there are no right or wrong answers…
I would regret it if I hadn’t …