I am pretty upset today...
One of the court ducks was killed yesterday morning.
He was sleeping under someones car and they ran over him.
Jonathan tried to spare me the truth...he knew I'd be really upset & angry,
but I have good ears, I am good at reading body language & I had noticed
the female all alone that day and I was wondering where her partner was.
It's so so sad to see the female all alone.
Whenever they were separated, you'd hear them calling and calling for the other.
They had been coming to our court for atleast 10 years.
Every spring I looked forward to seeing them.
Every year I dreaded that something happened to them whenever they were late in arriving.
Every summer they waddled around the whole court, they were part of the neighbourhood,
everyone sort of watched out for them...
I'd run out and yell at kids or people with dogs to leave them alone when I saw they were being bothered.
All of us knew to look under and around our cars before we backed up, it was just part of summer.
And he was killed by someone visiting the court, someone who didn't know better...
He will be missed.
He was part of this worlds magic and beauty.
Sometimes people think I am overly empathetic...
but I don't want to be one of the cold-hearted of this world.
I fight this world's abrasiveness by bearing my sensitive soul...
sure it's cut to the quick and hurts alot of the time...
but I feel beauty & love and all of the sweet sweet goodness
in between even more acutely because of that.
I won't brush off something like this with a snarky little 'Well he shouldn't have been under a car'...
It's true, he shouldn't have been, BUT it's still very sad what happened, I am not ashamed to admit that.
I don't want to be numb in anyway, I want to feel it all...
that is after all part of this journey...part of being human.
To be full of empathy and sensitivity, to feel everything fully, is a gift.
It is not a weakness...it shows strength,
because those of us willing and open to this crazy worlds rollarcoaster
looks sadness, unfairness, despair and all the other negative stuff straight on,
we take it in, we feel it and than we walk away not more brittle, not sanded down...
but preciously more aware, more in tune, more appreciative...
and that too, in my humble opinion is part of a successful journey of being human.
Empathy means:
Having the capacity to recognize feelings that are being experienced by another
Who in the world doesn't want this ability to flow freely through them...I sure do...
Because, well one needs to have a certain amount of empathy in them so that they can feel Compassion...
and I for one, want to be a fully functioning Compassionate person....it's who I am.
...to care oodles about ducks that aren't even mine...
to shed some tears...to light some candles to wish his spirit a lovely journey to the next part...
It's like I always say, "It's Simple Part Of The Magic That Makes Me...ME".
RIP little guy...may you be waddling much faster in the next part XO.