When we lose something that was special to us, sometimes we obtain a new understanding of appreciation. My animal friend of 10 years passed away today. There are holes in my daily routines.
I was watching the birds that I feed daily. They're a pretty big flock that check out the bird feeders on my porch. What do I get from feeding them? Their singing and chirping and laughable antics bring me daily smiles. On occasion I learn something unexpected, like the fact that some bird couples have intimate supportive relationships that we would do well to emulate. They bring my day beauty.
My cats bring me beauty also. I don't mind at all taking time in my day to feed and love them. All animal lovers are like that. But when it comes to relationships among fellow humans, why do so many want to be served instead of enjoying the opportunities to serve and minister to others, just enjoying the beauty of their company.
Our friends bring beauty into our lives. I suspect if we centered on trying to nurture them and cherish them, enjoying their unique influence on our lives, everyone would be the happier.
Here's the real travesty. Teaching men and husbands they are supposed to be leaders and bosses, takes their focus away from nurturing and enjoying those special people in their lives. And everyone looses.
I'm so glad I took the time in my life to enjoy the beauty of my little animal friend, J'aim. I wasn't his owner, or leader or boss, just his loving friend and benefactor. Now that he is gone, I've so many wonderful memories of all the richness he brought into my days.