Watching a beautiful weaver

Watching a beautiful weaver

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I have been watching a beautiful weaver in our garden for almost a whole week now, so busy trying to build the perfect castle for his queen.

Very clearly, he is trying to make it perfect, and then she comes along and rips it apart.  He must truly love her, as he perseveres with all his might, it actually becomes dramatic when he flies off to find those ‘building’ materials and the wind blows it away or he drops it in the pool or it’s ripped by his queen.  However, watching him weave with such precision and such enthusiasm fluttering his feathers, when he flies through the crispness of the air and comes back shaking all the leaves on the branch watching them flutter onto the grass, can only make one smile and value these precious moments.  It’s these little things that can teach us concepts which we can so easily take for granted in life.  The concept of love, that no matter how many times she rips the nest apart, home is truly were the heart is, that no matter how many times he leaves the nest, he is sure to come back with something that’s going to make her happy, that no matter how long it takes to weave it, it will be complete soon and a perfect castle for his queen.  Life is what we make of it; we seldom forget the power of our minds and the strength of our thoughts. 

“We must never forget that we may also find meaning in life even when confronted with a hopeless situation, when facing a fate that cannot be changed. For what then matters is to bear witness to the uniquely human potential at its best, which is to transform a personal tragedy into a triumph, to turn one's predicament into a human achievement. When we are no longer able to change a situation—just think of an incurable disease such as inoperable cancer—we are challenged to change ourselves.” (Frankl, 2008, p. 116) ~ Man’s Search for Meaning

Article written by Sohanna Singh.