Friday, February 15, 2008
Random Thoughts while waiting for Hubby
I sit looking up through the Constantina wire to the not so distant hills and reflect on the beauty of the sun's warm glow illuminating the sky as it slowly sinks on the horizon. The fresh cool air of the dusk surrounds me as I hear the chatter of children playing and birds chirping. The sounds of the vehicles on the road behind me, remind me of the busyness of the day still at hand.
Glancing up at the sharp barbs on the wire, barbs that would tear to shreds anyone attempting to go over them, I hear sirens across from me sound off, lights flashing, fire engine and medical units rolling to someone's assistance, the need unknown to me. As my eyes return to the barbed wire, a Sheriff's helicopter flies overhead. It reminds me of my husband's friend who died this week. He was younger than me, too young to be gone; I'm sad for his loss, one of many who were too young.
Into the far parking lot a car pulls in, its suspension lowered, the radio blasting loud thump thump music. Thank goodness they didn't stay long. My eyes go back to the barbed wire to see the fading sunlight accentuating the sharp barbs against the paling evening sky. Barbed wire, friend to some, foe to others. I wonder if in our own lives we utilize barbed wire not thinking how razor sharp the edges of those barbs can be?
A protective barrier that deters others from entering into areas that we wish cordoned off safe from anyone's infringement, yet damaging to those who try to reach through to us. But just as the barbs have two edges, so does our defenses. For if we string up too much barbed wire and make the sharing of ourselves impassible, we are the ones who end up confined.
Be wise in the choice of who and when to share of yourself, but be bold in the endeavor. Living behind the protective safety of the barbed wire, only imprisons yourself.
"To the world you might be one person, but to one person you might be the world."