… is, of course, Good.
I’ve had to keep reminding myself of that lately. As I mentioned in last Thursday’s post, Neighborly Love, our property was brutally pillaged by thieves. They ripped through things that were sentimental and private. They stole items and assets that we had worked hard to be able to afford.
Although we are still struggling with a smorgasbord of emotions (anger, being the most constant), we know that on the other side of Bad, is Good. We’ve experienced it firsthand: the kindness of complete strangers, our neighbors in the mountains who have banded together – as a matter of personal honor – to bring some order to all the mayhem and to secure the property once again. To be on the receiving end of such a magnitude of unconditional kindness … it’s beyond words.
And now, we must move on from this and begin a new day.
In the Andes of South America, the hummingbird is a symbol of resurrection. On cold nights, it appears to die but comes back to life at the first light of dawn.
“Legends say that hummingbirds float free of time, carrying our hopes for love, joy and celebration. Hummingbirds open our eyes to the wonder of the world and inspire us to open our hearts to loved ones and friends. Like a hummingbird, we aspire to hover and to savor each moment as it passes, embrace all that life has to offer and to celebrate the joy of everyday. The hummingbird’s delicate grace reminds us that life is rich, beauty is everywhere, every personal connection has meaning and that laughter is life’s sweetest creation.”
~ from Papyrus