While My Didgeridoo Gently Weeps

Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.

Many years ago at an office Christmas party I was given a didgeridoo for a secret Santa gift. I find the gift unique and I do cherish it.  I tried playing it, but I’m not very good at it.

It has become a good luck, charm for our moves throughout the years. It is the first thing that gets moved into a new house.

Last week we were staging our house for sale , and the professional photographers came in and started moving the didgeridoo out of eyesight.

It is the only thing I directed as I trust them as professionals. I kindly asked him to leave it where it sits. It’s kind of a good luck charm for our moves.

The house sold rather quickly.

4 responses to “While My Didgeridoo Gently Weeps”

  1. Cyngsoul70 Avatar

    That’s pretty neat you’ve got a Didgeridoo. I’ve been watching people play them on YouTube.

  2. vermavkv Avatar

    This is such a quietly charming little story—simple on the surface, but full of meaning underneath.

    What makes it stand out is how an ordinary object becomes something far more symbolic over time. A didgeridoo received as a Secret Santa gift could have easily stayed a quirky memory, but instead it evolved into a personal ritual—something tied to transitions, beginnings, and the feeling of “carrying luck forward” into each new space.

  3. K Mark Schofer Avatar

    It’s really hard to play, but it has sentimental value.

  4. Cyngsoul70 Avatar

    I’ve been watching people play that on YouTube. Amazing.

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