Sometimes the tiniest things…

…have the biggest impacts on our lives in ways we never see coming.

My neighbor came by the other day with a box in hand. He wanted to know if I would try and help the baby duck he’d found. Of course I said yes, being a mama hen to a Mallarad duckling would bring some joy to my otherwise…I don’t want to say sad life but not the most joyous life as of late. Anyway, I took the little fella (yes, I decided he was a he) and set him up with a heat lamp, soft towels on which to rest, food (he loved worms), and gave him lots of hugs and kisses.

DSC04081He thrived for two days and, sadly, on the third day he stopped eating his food and stopped drinking his water and by early evening he died in my hand. I’m glad I held him; maybe the warmth of my skin soothed him as he passed into that big river in the sky.

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This is where things get interesting–I fell apart. Literally, I…fell…apart! You’d have thought my best friend died with all the wailing I did. In truth, I’m crying now as I write this post. I mean, WTF! He was just a duckling, right? I don’t know, you tell me. Look at that face and say he was just a duckling.

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I’ve come to realize the passing of my little ducky wasn’t so much his dying, although his dying really really sucks, but he represented the proverbial straw for all the lousy stuff that’s been going on in my life over the past months with this neurological mystery I’m dealing with. I mean, come on, I managed to publish my third book and I’m writing a fourth. I take care of my home (not as well as I should but who cares about dust anyway?) and my gardens (okay, so maybe the weeds are getting out of control). I spend time with my son and my sister and friends (I’m still stuttering but they’ve learned to decipher what I’m trying to say) and I manage to take Harlee for his walks (walk is a stretch, it’s more of a shuffle), but you get the picture. I’m doing it! And then it all came crashing down because of a pair of dark eyes and soft feathers. Silly, huh?

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Maybe not. He was damn cute.

Blessed be :{

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About tinthia

Wondering, searching, and wandering, I'm a single mother with a desire to get it right in my lifetime. The flow of the river feeds my inner goddess and fuels my soul. Blessed be. :}
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2 Responses to Sometimes the tiniest things…

  1. Deborah Caliguri says:

    I would have cried too, I cried as I read it. Remember you wear a crown, and sometimes our crowns get a little off center but they do right themselves. I know your crown will be perfectly centered soon because you are a warrior. Hope to see you soon with some Ice cream! Deb

  2. Dyan Dorman says:

    I would have cried too. So dear,sweet and innocent,you want to protect the little one. Yes,it all comes crashing down at these times more than ever…we’re we meant to endure so much……I wonder. Let it be joyful….filled with fascinating days. ..that go into peaceful evenings……let us be safe please. Love

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