...as I was putting this post together in my mind I couldn't decide if I wanted to use the title of 'fragility,' or 'frailty.' After a quick look at the online dictionary I decided on Fragility. This is, after all, a post about life, love and loss.
Fragility: easily broken or destroyed., delicacy of construction. frail.
How easily those definitions apply to our lives.
The day after Easter my hubs found a perfect, blue, robin's egg on top of a fence-post in our backyard. I thought he was joking and assumed it was a Cadbury while expecting that he would pop it in his mouth and eat it. As it turned out he hadn't touched it at all...just saw it on the fence-post and left it there. How could it have possibly fallen from a nest, that we couldn't find, and land on the fence-post with such utter grace and precision to have not broken.
Several days later, after a windy rainy night, I noticed something laying on the driveway. I was hesitant to go out and see what it was as it looked, to me, like a dead animal...perhaps a small possum. After my horror with the possum a few years ago I decided to leave it there for the hubs...again. When he came home he informed me that there was a bird's nest on the driveway and that it looked as if it had been dragged out of the tree. There was no sign of the birds or the babies/eggs.
All of this was happening as the rest of the country and the world were dealing with tornadoes, earthquakes, tsunami, wildfires, and on and on. I just couldn't help thinking of the fragility of life. One moment we are living out lives and the next there is a swath of death and destruction. Overwhelming on all accounts.
I brought the nest into the house, after spraying it with a sealer, and put the little egg in the nest as a reunion of sorts. Every time I look at it I am reminded of the fragility of each and every moment...
stop for just a second today and remember how incredibly blessed we are in this time, this moment, this place.