I wrote the following post in my journal last Sunday and thought about posting it to this blog, which I've not utilized AT ALL. Then the crazy week of storms came and I never got the chance...and I almost didn't but I kept feeling I should. I'm not going to tell you what I think the "spiritual" applications are going to be...I'll let you figure that out for yourself. But I will say I have felt definitely felt like that little worm...especially this week.
It's Easter and I've been outside the past couple of hours enjoying the outdoors in my hammock (one of my favorite things in the world!) I started reading "Walking on Water" by Madelaine L'Engle. I'm only through the first chapter and I can already tell there is much food for thought and soul in this book. Hopefully, more to come on my thoughts of the book on this blog later.
I decided to take a break from reading and rolled over on my left side to possibly nap (another favorite thing, especially on Sunday!) but something caught my eye. It was a small inch worm hanging from an "invisible" thread from the middle part of the black "S" scroll of the iron post of the porch.
It caught my attention because the wind was blowing the little guy (or gal...not sure how you tell the sex of an inch worm) to spin in the air.
I watched it struggle for about 10 minutes. This is what I saw:
When the wind died down and it could get its bearings it was able to land on the bottom of the "S" scroll. Having connected to something solid it began to flex, move, and "test" the surface. However, it didn't go anywhere really...not forward or backward. It would "test" the space to the right or left of the "S" and find nothing to hold on to.
The wind would pick up and it would go spinning in the air again. The wind would calm and it would find its footing again. This happened a couple of times. Each time it landed it would "test" the area immediately around it both on the solid surface and "on" the air.
One time it was "testing" the air and it lost its footing. Half its body was hanging on for "dear life" clinched and full of tension, desperate to hold on. It finally succeeded in establishing its footing again but it still didn't GO ANYWHERE.
At some point I started paying more attention to the wind. Sometimes it was faint, barely moving. Then it would gradually increase until I could hear it forcefully almost violently, moving the trees in the distance BEFORE it actually reached me.
It was during one of these great gushes that the little worm was sent into the air again. This time the wind was strong! So strong that the little worm was spinning SO fast that I'm sure it would "hurl" if it could. It lost ALL semblance of its recognizable shape and was merely a blur of black hanging from that "invisible" thread, suspended mid-air, completely helpless. And then IT happened...
The little worm was RIPPED from its thread by the wind...OR did it "let go" cause it had no strength left? Or did it just give up?
I knew this was going to happen. I knew the worm was NO MATCH for the wind. I had seen the pattern of wind to blow and the worm to fight.
When the worm went sailing I actually got up to see if I could see where it had landed. I could not. The grass was below and I'm sure the worm landed on that grass, which was just as solid as that "S" scroll but MUCH bigger and FULL of opportunities.
STUCK on the "S" the worm could never survive. It was going no where. There was no food or water...just cold metal a 1/2 inch wide. But below was the grass, the WORLD the worm couldn't SEE even from up high on the "S" scroll.
Ironically, it is the wind that hurled the worm through the air to go crashing to the ground, which seemed so harsh, so cruel but probably "saved" the worm...that is if it survived the "landing" but that would be whole other set of thoughts. :)
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