Precarious yet Precious

Hopes have precarious life. They are oft blighted, withered, snapped sheer off In vigorous growth and turned to rottenness.
George Eliot

“Why does everything that lives have to die?
So life would be precious, Asher. Something that is yours forever, is never precious.”

Chaim Potok

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(a wounded spicebrush swallowtail resting in a tree / Julie Cook / 2015)

What is life but a precarious dance with death
A game of slight of hand
Hide and seek
Catch me if you can. . .
And yet it is a gift, sacredly given–
A gift to be. . .
Savored
Guarded
Cherished
and
Honored. . .

All life matters. . .
The born and the unborn
the young and the aged
the sick and the healthy
the bright and the dim
the tall and the small
the believer and the unbeliever
the White
the Black
the Asian
the Indian
the Muslim
the Buddhist
the Jew
the Christian
the Taoist
the liberal and the conservative
the republican and the democrat
the whig and the tory
the carnivore and the vegetarian
the learned and the ignorant
the faithful and the faithless
the wise and the unwise
the good, and yes, even the bad. . .

And what we do with that most precious of gifts is what matters most

Give or take
Comfort or ignore
Help or turn away
Reach out or hold tight
Love or hate. . .

For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb. I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, And my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from You, When I was made in secret, And skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth
Psalm 139:13-16

8 comments on “Precarious yet Precious

  1. Lovely post and a beautiful photograph!! I can see you chasing this swallowtail around your yard trying to get a pic!! Sometimes they will not stop long enough to get a good photo!

    Check out my instagram page, posting one of your photos this afternoon that you sent me!
    https://instagram.com/michaelswoodcraft/

    Big hugs Julie!!
    Michael

  2. I’m not just speechless this time. I’m dumb struck. This post is so amazing and beautiful! Man, life has been handing you handfuls of sorrow and strife and you turn it all around into the most astounding and profound wisdom and beauty. This is greatnes beyond measure, sweet Julie! Hugs, N 🙂 ❤

  3. Reblogged this on Sacred Touches and commented:
    This is pure greatness!

  4. Luggage Lady says:

    LOVE this beautiful reminder!!!! We are truly one. If we could just remember that!! Because together we flourish — divided we flounder… xoxo

  5. Kentucky Angel says:

    I think this photo will become my desktop background Julie. It’s beautiful, and I know how hard it is to get a photo of a butterfly. I’ve tried. The poem is perfect also. Today is the perfect day for this, with our sunshine for the first time in days, and no bad weather alerts. Just the right way to spend the longest day of the year.

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