New old things........ another baby wombat
Charlie
The new baby wombat - 67 grams, pink, furless and requiring no less than two
hourly feeds for a couple of months or as long as it takes. Intensive
attention required and no result certain. I feel it's the giving of oneself
that is the wonderful thing, certainly to the baby wombat but also to
oneself. Because it grows us in another way, that might not be easily
duplicated, when we give ourselves to something so entirely. It's not only
that, living with and studying the creatures makes us more aware of their
place in our world, and ours in our world as well. It is a life to save or
maintain, its a treasure. The giving of oneself to a job that has a certain
amount of hour attached to it, for payment with money; with payment for the
hours attended at the job, is different. We don't cry with sorrow when we
fail lose that job or can't complete the task, we might cry for the money
lost, but never see through our tears the freedom and opportunity to which we
have been led like the horse to water, and find ourselves unable to drink. A
living thing returned to the source we lay it in a soft cloth in a deep grave
we've dug with our own hands in the ground or at least in our own minds, then
move on carrying the memory still through our lives and impart to our
children, both the tale and the feelings to some degree. If we don't do this
we hardly know what we might have and what we have lost because there is too
little attached to it. It could not have been all that important.
The planting of a tree and nurturing it and watching it grow may not seem as
intense as trying to keep an orphaned flesh and blood baby alive to some.
Because both are different doesn't make one lesser. If our endeavours fail we
are saddened and weep, and move on with life. So it should be on every
occasion because of the value of this to ourselves. It is the knowing that
the tree, animal, person has gone and we'll miss them. The ache we feel even
if the contact, association and observation was a short time while we were
devoted to their care, we have strengthened ourselves, and with the memory,
which we can take out and enjoy when we like, we have enriched our lives and
have something to sustain us, until it is our time to also return to the
source.
This baby wombat which has been entrusted to us has been given a 10% chance of
survival, and of course we are at odds with certain things written in the
books, words that seem incorrect in meaning, but we are not hopeful because
the words of the books have put doubt into our endeavour. It's also an
incidence that gives an escape to those who wish not to dedicate as much
intensive care and time to the problem. There's nothing wrong with taking an
easier path, but for some, such a course in not easier but much harder, and
that's what makes us all different. There is nothing more or less noble in
the machinations of the universe, it will only be seen more or less of
anything by human beings, we all have our course to follow. We all need the
reason to follow that course and the obstacles which direct our actions so we
may do that. It's only when we have an expectation that we're disappointed.
Be well,
Charlie
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