In the blink of an eye. . .it can all suddenly disappear

“I find hope in the darkest of days, and focus in the brightest.
I do not judge the universe.”

Dalai Lama

“I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value.”
Hermann Hesse

(honey bee visits a purple cone flower in Nashville, TN / Julie Cook / 2015)

We live our lives rhythmically, lulled into the complacency of the ebbs and flows of our routines-
Yet. . .in the blink of an eye, our lives can be altered forever. . .

I ask for your prayers. . .

My dear daughter-n-law’s childhood home, the home of her grandparents, was destroyed in an early morning fire yesterday.
The cause is still under investigation.
There was currently some renovations taking place and that construction is being eyed as a possible cause.

We do give thanks however that her grandparents and mother all escaped harm—yet they have lost everything.

It is to those cherished family heirlooms and photographs—those momentous and images from the birth of children and grandchildren, to the wedding albums, wedding dress, cherished children’s toys, to the tokens remaining from a parent taken far too soon. . .those sacred items of the past which help to shape a family. . .those things which are now suddenly lost, seem to be the hardest loss to bear during any sort of tragedy of this nature.

A home which seemingly offered strength and stability. . .the representation of ones family’s structure and unity, having now vanished in the blink of an eye, leaves a bewildering sense of the surreal gnawing deep within ones psyche.

My daughter-n-law began her nervous first day in her new school yesterday only have to suddenly leave in order to travel across the state back home, to see with her own eyes that her family is indeed thankfully intact—alive and well of body yet shaken of spirit.
She and my son will now join them to mourn the loss of what was. . .as my daughter-n-law now offers her piece of fabric to the quilt which has made them, and will continue to make them, a family. . .

As we now join in the prayer. . .Oh Lord, that all things shall be made new. . .

You make all things new
You make all things new
Yesterday and forever
Your love never changing
This hope never fading

Hillsong Worship
All Things New Lyrics

“And he who was seated on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new. . .”
Revelation 21:5

Death be not Proud

Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

John Donne


“Oh my gosh, does she really have a picture of a giant dead mole on her day’s post?! This is Wednesday no doubt, as in wordless Wednesday… Not only is Julie never wordless, she’s posting an image of a dead mole!!” As the texting world would so aptly put it “OMG!!”

Not to fear, no need to panic… nor is there any need to put in a call to PETA. There is an explanation–there is always an explanation.

Yes, that is indeed a picture of a dead mole. Did I kill the mole? No. Am I gald the mole is dead? Somewhat. If you’ve ever had a yard or a garden plus a healthy addition of moles, you won’t have much of a yard or garden after the moles take up residence. We have had mole problems for the past couple of years. I am the humane one around this house and I forbid putting any sort of poison or traps into the ground or down the holes and tunnels.

One does run a risk, however, merely walking in our yard. The tunnels of the moles are so deep that you could easily twist an ankle when unknowingly you take a step only to have one foot sink a good half a foot down. Let’s not forget what happened this past Spring shall we when our little cookie here stepped into a drainage ditch no deeper than these mole holes. Our yard is simply crisscrossed with the burrowing holes. And on top of that, my purple cone flowers and lovely stargazer lilies have all mysteriously vanished. Yard havoc pretty much sums up living with moles.

Say what you will about moles merely burrowing and not nibbling on roots and I say balderdash!! I triumphantly planted lilies and the cone flowers in the yard. The next day, as I went outside to feast my eyes upon my handy work. I noticed the plants were all several inches shorter. Odd…. No, I was not hallucinating—I know shrinking plants when I see them! The following day after that I went back outside to check on the plants and this time they were totally gone. No leaf, no petals, no chewed up plant from say a wandering deer. Nope, just holes…..

My cat Peaches is a very docile cat as I’ve mentioned before. She has never killed a bird. She sits under the tree where all the feeders are located and birds will even alit on the ground by her to feed on spilt seed. She chases butterflies. That’s the extent of it. We won’t go into Percy whose outside world consists of the back deck. He is not an outdoor cat due to his traumatic injuries sustained as a tiny kitten, but we won’t discuss what happened to the hummingbirds—I just can’t talk about that yet.

So imagine my immense shock when I found this mole, feet skyward by the garage door. Peaches came ambling over, as I was investigating this most suspicious death, with a keen interest in the victim. I quickly put two and two together. I didn’t know whether I should scold her or congratulate her. The mole did not look to be victimized. No wounds to speak of. And such a lovely coat of fur it had—I almost wanted to pet it…but I refrained as I fetched a shovel instead in order to dispose of the body.


It was a huge mole but of course I don’t know how big moles grow. Judging from the size of the burrowed trenches in my yard I suspect that they get as big as Peaches. I am sorry that something in the yard was killed. I’m not a fan of any animal ever being killed—I even have a soft spot for the local variety of road kill of possums and armadillos that seem to be indicative of the South. But I suppose I hope this may mean that my yard will flatten back out and that my plants won’t oddly disappear.

When my husband arrived home that evening I showed him the pictures of the deceased victim and explained my suspicions as to who had committed the crime. He turns and looks at Peaches as she makes her way into the house. “Way to go knot-head!!–that is the first thing you have ever done right!” I don’t know if Peaches understood his pleasure in the deed she had committed earlier but she does seem to understand that “knot-head” is his pet name for her….and I do use the word pet name a bit loosely.

The moral of the story? Well, I’m not sure. A cat will be a cat? A mole will eat your yard? A husband will tolerate the wife’s pet if it proves its worth? I don’t know if there is a moral. There was no joy in the loss of life but I do hope to be rid of a trenched yard.

Better to be a cat than mole I suppose………and what about those naked mole rats—ahhhh… that is another story for another day—until then,happy Wordless Wednesday…