Hung Out to Dry

Long ago, discipline on British sailing ships was harsh. Punishment could involve the lash, cat-o-nine-tails, even keel hauling. A victim was tied to a rope and pulled – invariably drawing him under the vessel. If he survived he was suspended from the yardarm, left hanging, or hung-out-to-dry for a predetermined length of time. Not a welcome fate. (https://superbeefy.com website)

Is this how you feel? Abandoned?  Dejected?  Worthless?

Watching the comings and goings of birds in my garden, I noticed two grackles battling with what appeared to be a twig.  They were having a tug of war with the object in their beaks.  Only when they relaxed for a moment and dropped the ‘twig’ did I realize it was alive:  It was a worm, that they were warring over.

As it fell from their beaks, it landed on a branch below them, wriggling but unable to propel itself back to safer ground.  It was literally hanging there, an upside down U, and in great danger.

As it hung there the grackles both moved in to regain their quarry.  The worm fell again.  This time it was out of my sight, but its fight for survival continued.  I fear it must have lost the battle.  It was either gobbled down the throat, or throats of the birds, or perhaps they gave up and left it hanging there; where it would slowly die, unable to return to the comfort of its home.

We can feel that way occasionally.  When day-to-day events leave us unable to cope.  We long for our comfort zone; long for relief.  Often there is none forthcoming.  We become helpless in the struggle to survive, whether it be relational, financial or work-related.  Just like the worm we can feel powerless.  We are hung-out-to-dry, with no energy or escape available to us.

If only we could have stayed in our familiar territory, we’d be much safer.  It is often too late when we realize our choices have compromised our moral, ethical, and personal standards.

That hapless worm had no hope of survival, but we do have another option. God.

There are many promises in the Bible to aid us in our daily lives.  Here are some reassurances to that might give you comfort, and strength to carry on.

Matthew 11:28  Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.  (NKJV)

Psalm 51:10 Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit in me.  (NKJV)

If, at this point, God is not your thing, reach out to a trusted organization for help.  There are many resources available to you – but you have to ask.  That can be hard, because to a certain extent, you are admitting failure and we all like to think we know what is best for us.  Social services or a good church can be great places to seek (safe) help.

Don’t know a good church?  Visit different ones; attend Sunday services until you find one that you feel comfortable in.  Then you can reach out to the pastor and share your concerns, and benefit from their counsel.

Sharing your challenges with someone can be cathartic; can be a life-changer: A life saver.

Just Never Give Up!  You are more valuable than you think.

Patricia

Why Am I Here?

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I’m sure I am not alone, when I own up to asking myself this question.  ‘Why am I here?’

I am known to move, with great purpose, from one room to another, with a particular goal in mind, only to reach the destination and ask myself, ‘Now, why am I here?’

Can you relate?

I looked out the window this morning to see starlings arrive, and perch in a tall tree.  They chuntered among themselves, looked up and down and all around, and I can imagine each one saying, ‘What did we come here for?  Why am I here?’

You see, for the past few years, they have arrived at this time of year and proceeded to raid a birdhouse, which stood beside the tree.  Whether they use it or not, they would empty each compartment (there were twelve) of the bedding and fly away with it.

Last year, after sparrows had claimed the house, it was removed.  The bird mess on the patio and furniture was pretty nasty, and I got tired having to clean the way, before I was able to use the area.

Hence, the bewilderment of the starlings.  They – presumably – had come to do their annual raid – but, what was it they were to raid?  The birdhouse no longer stood beside the tree, but here they were, but for what?

They hung around for a while, then flew away.  Empty mouthed (or is that beaked)?

In our daily meanderings, I think we all have vague moments.  Oh, come on – yes, you do!  NO?  Well, perhaps there are times when you lose track of your goal, and have to re-route. Nothing wrong with that.  It could save each of us a lot of wasted time and effort, if we accepted that we need to change our focus, and follow a different path in life.

How about you?

Do you like where you are in life?

Do you know what you are supposed to be doing?  If so, is it giving you the satisfaction, and productivity, that fulfills, or do you find yourself asking – ‘Where Am I.  What am I supposed to be doing?’

If so, be reassured in knowing, you are not alone.

Patricia

 

 

 

From This to This!

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Aah.  Windows are open.  Fresh air is wafting through the house.  I love it.

Not so long ago, noses and toes(es) would have frozen solid with windows open: if you could open them at all.  Some of ours can freeze shut in the midst of the bitter cold winter.

Now leaves,are, thankfully, appearing on the trees, while birds are busily building nests.  Some are already caring for their young (they  obviously had an early start).

Looking through photographs – of which I have hundreds – I gladly enjoy sharing what I see from my window today, with what I saw just a matter of weeks ago.

Look at the pics and guess which one I prefer to see outside my window.

If you chose the pic on the right.  Right!

What’s your favourite view from your window?

Patricia

Summer Don’t Leave!

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Every year, I am reminded by the media that summer is almost over.  Who says that Labor weekend dictates the end of Canada’s summer?

I live to be outside.  I like to garden, and love summertime.  The thought of intense cold, ice and snow, along with early dark evenings fill me with dread.

Then it happens –  the heat becomes so intense along with high humidity – that I wilt.  Sunset occurs earlier and earlier, until by eight in the evening, there is little daylight left.  I don’t particularly enjoy sitting outside when it is dark; besides bugs become a nuisance.  So, I slowly become acclimatized to retreating indoors.

I guess, this at least prepares me for the cold of winter.  I am less inclined to want to be outdoors and am more content to settle for being in the house.

On a positive note, there is the joy of Christmas to come and shortly after that – well goodness me – seed catalogs start arriving in the mail, and I happily begin to plan for summer again.

Nevertheless, I sadly watch as birds gather in greater numbers, knowing this to be a precursor that they are preparing to leave us.  But as this is the natural order, I settle for the  occurrence knowing it is only temporary.

However each year, it does not stop me from looking skyward at birds migrating and saying, “Take me with you.”

Patricia