Can You Relate?
A few days ago, I got out the squeegee and washed the windows. This is always a clear invitation to the birds to fly into the glass panes and die. Slowly or quickly, they love to die by flying into the clean windows. Yesterday, a large female robin decided to take the slow-death route. She crashed into the window and apparently broke her wing. She was in bad shape.
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I sobbed like a child at her demise. That terrible helpless feeling settling in as the local magpies opportunistically gathered in the branches above where she sat still, unable to even move, wide eyed with terror. My heart physically ached. We let nature take her cruel course and in the morning, a scattered array of grey feathers told us how the robin’s story ended. I’ve felt horrible about that robin ever since.
These days, the world’s sorrows feel as close as my own. I watch the news and feel helpless, angry, and afraid. If all of us who feel this way boarded a cruise ship, it would soon begin to sink from the weight of our bodies and the weight of our collective despair. But the ship won’t have the chance to sink. Within moments of being all together, we’d each quickly disembark because someone expressed a point of view counter to our own. That ship would bob right back up and sail away with the three people left on the planet who still get along without completely agreeing.
I’ve never seen the world as divided as it is now. We suffer as our relationships crumble. We feel alone, isolated, and separate while the creators and exploiters of hate machines profit from the great divide they greedily encourage.
The world’s gone a long way down this track. I don’t see a way back. On a smaller, personal level, I know I’d benefit from fewer news stories and more board games with friends. The slow comfort of a paper book in my hand compared with the jumpy frantic-ness of my tablet would be a welcome change. Turning inward I know I can generate a kind of peace, and in walking out in the sunshine and in the shadowy woods. For moments when I really try, I can believe that in the eternal rotation of the earth, the forever succession of days, it will all be inevitably okay. But probably not during what’s left of my lifetime.
On a lighter note:
Thanks for stopping by. Take care and have a good weekend. – Lori