“Life is not measured by the amount of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away”
I would like to share an experience I once had that undoubtedly removed the air from my lungs. A really special friend of mine was in hospital, the status of her ‘condition’ a mystery. I spent some time with her and time always seems to pass really fast when you are with someone who conversation flows easy with. That morning though, little words were available for the verdict that hit me hard when she told me what her condition was. How do you tell someone you care deeply about that you are ‘sorry’ or ‘it’s going to be ok’? How do you make the blow more comfortable especially when the news was broken so suddenly and nonchalantly by the neurosurgeon that did not even have the common courtesy to tell her what the disease was? We sat in the parking lot of the hospital Googling and that’s how we came to know more about it. Her diagnosis shall remain unnamed since much time has passed since this encounter and it no longer matters since she is well.
Once the shock had half subsided, we got to chatting about what a tough year it had been for both her and I over a cappuccino. It wasn’t a miserable conversation; it was one that just came out between two friends who share a mutual trust, a conversation between friends sharing how they really feel. The kind of conversation you feel absolutely safe to talk about.
We went back outside as time drew closer for me to leave and we stood in the sun on what was a rather blustery and chilly day. We continued our conversation in little bits when I spotted a tiny, gorgeous little Wagtail that was clearly familiar with its surroundings while it picked at scraps on the floor. I pointed the bird out to my friend and we stood watching it for a few minutes, both unconsciously smiling silently at how cute and amusing the little bird was. It came really close to us, totally undeterred by our presence. I greeted the little soul who looked up at me, cocked its head looking me square in the eye and replied with a cheerful, diminutive Wagtail tweet. I was completely unprepared for what I saw next which almost brought me to the floor in tears. That very moment right there, in the hospital parking lot, with my friend, was a pinnacle comparative representation of the difficult-to-process morning I had just shared with her.
That little happy, oblivious Wagtail had severely maimed feet. Its right foot was a mere stump and its left foot had only two toes that were grossly disfigured. I had to compose myself fast from what had been the sum total of an emotional day all round. I could not believe what I was seeing and as I stood next to my buddy, the silence between us compelling, revolutionary and enlightening. As we hugged each other goodbye, I whispered to her, “Just goes to show; doesn’t matter how broken you are, you are still beautiful”.
Life sends us little messages of hope all the time...we just have to pay attention to the connections that are a little less obvious at times.
How I see it...
I see, speak and write in metaphors because I feel there is much we can learn from nature, people and our surroundings as depicted in my photographs and why I enjoy sharing my thoughts. Not in any attempt to convince or convert you to my way of thinking, seeing or feeling but to share how I see and experience MY mind map of the world. You at no time have to agree, all I ask is that my views and the views of others who wish to express theirs are kindly respected. So relax, get comfy and just enjoy. Happy reading!