I pondered my Bunnies post a little. Didn’t I write something about being tempted to be joyful a few days ago? Here it is…
So, the worry and anxiety submerges to reappear as dark humour a few days later. My life, my story, was not and is not a happily ever after story. That said, I am happy. I’ve learned through experience that this temporal bliss of life is fragile, and can shatter. That bunnies tumbling about on grassy hill tops are a joy to see, and are prey to Eagles that can swoop down, scoop them up in their talons, and take them home to their hungry young ones.
My son and I were standing at the end of a pier that jutted out into a large river. A peaceful scene. We suddenly heard the squawking of a duck, and looked to our right to see an eagle flying just above the water, rising fast, with a duckling in her talons, and the mother duck chasing and calling out, losing the race as the eagle rose up and out of sight.
I’ve looked at Eagles differently ever since. Eventually I forgave them for not being human. Forgave them for being wild. For needing to eat.
Running Down Vimy 