Anyone who knows me well will tell you, I--DON’T--LIKE--SNAKES. Especially of the poisonous variety.
Yet, I accidentally ran over a fairly large copperhead today as I raced against the clock to get home and take my daughter to her appointments. I saw it too late, and my heart dropped when I looked into the rearview mirror and saw it flopping on the pavement.
I felt such sadness and remorse for a copperhead, no less! I pulled the car over, got out, wondering at my folly in trying to help a snake. A now angry, poisonous snake that would just as soon bite me as thank me for any assistance.
But I walked over, not too close. It had stopped flopping by that time, and lay in stunned silence so still, I thought it was dead.
I was so sad for him…and had started reciting a prayer of remorse, asking forgiveness for harming one of nature’s own.
Then much to my delight, it wiggled and slid forward, its strong muscles rippling as it crawled along. My heart cheered for that dog-gone snake. For does it not have a place within this world? I still don’t like a snake, but a snake serves a purpose and has a right to live just as any of us.
I returned to my car, and proceeded much more slowly on the rest of my journey home, allowing myself time to enjoy the ride.
We must take the time to enjoy our journeys, great or small, for time does bequeath to us but a moment of life to walk upon this stage and live with eyes wide open in wonder, like a child.
What lessons did we choose to learn this time around, and what carefree world lies beyond fluffy white clouds in blue skies?
Now, as I wait for my daughter, I hear the hum of cars’ engines passing by and the touch of a cool breeze upon my cheeks…My pen scratches across the page of my notebook, bright blue. I love blue ink.
The moment pauses in flight…to allow me time to enjoy abundant simplicity. I am alive in joy!
May 10, 2007