Ashes
The last two weeks I’ve been cleaning out the big shed and the workshop. Lots of things stored, projects started but not finished, items never used. Some of it went to Goodwill, some will be sold, and the useless stuff I burned in the firepit.
Today, I was cleaning out the pit and came across pieces of wood, shards of metal, and other unidentifiable remains. Most of it I couldn’t tell what it was originally. I was unable to recognize what was by looking at what remained. The fire had twisted, reshaped, destroyed, and remade.
Life is hard. What it does to us, the people we love, makes it almost impossible to endure at times. The fire of distruction, the flames of chaos, the intense heat of accidents and choices, reshape us into someone we don’t recognize, and can’t remember what our life was like before.
Perhaps what emerges from the ashes will be beautiful. However, when we are in the fire, all we know is life will never be the same again.
blessings,
@BrianLoging
thewannabesaint.com
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Last week, one morning when I had the dogs outside taking care of business, we were up the hill of our backyard.
I’ve been working with our Beagle-Walker, “Scooby”, for almost three months training him to be a service dog. There are parts he’s excelling at and others that need more work. I had his leash but had let him off to work on obeying the “come” command. He was twenty feet away from me when down at the beginning of the driveway a brown dog appeared. Me and Scooby spotted it at the same time. I said; “Scooby! Scooby!” He stood still and I was getting to him as fast as I could without startling him as he stared at the unwelcome visitor. Quivering with energy and instinct he took off when I was five feet away! “Scooby! No!” but it was too late. He was gone. I leashed up Trooper (our Siberian Husky), went searching, and found him at a neighbor’s house.
There are seasons of loss in all our Iives. Times when what or who we love won’t stay. No matter what we say, do, or plan, we can’t keep relationships from dissolving, death knocking on a loved one’s door, jobs we care about ending, places we treasure disappearing, other occurrences happening, which alter us forever.
One of the most important disciplines we can learn is the practice of letting go and accepting that which we cannot change.
blessings,
@BrianLoging
thewannabesaint.com
