
This weeks post is not about a meal yet it is about friends, conversations and feeding our souls...
I love this story submitted by my friend very talented photographer & writer Doreen Birdsell...
She knows me well enough that this was going to read as a very {a-la-mo} experience...
It is about all the signs we are receiving every day... But do we pay attention?
I hope you like reading it as much as I have:
"One day
while sweeping outside my Inn in Provincetown I noticed a dog tag and collar
lying on the ground. I was really
busy with already too much to do and decided to sweep around it knowing that
somebody else would come along, pick it up, and know better than me, what to do
with it. Owning an Inn has enough
of its own interruptions.
The
next day I went outside, again with broom in hand to make a quick sweep so I
could get on with the much more important things that were on my list for the
day. As I turned to walk back into
the house I noticed that someone had put the dog collar on the picket fence
where I could no longer avoid coming in contact with it. I couldn’t believe it.
The dark blue, leathery collar was worn
and shred. Only about a two-thirds piece of it remained intact but the tags
were still legible. One was a dog license and the other, an I.D. tag, with a
name inscribed, Zoe, and a local phone number. I had no time for this but neither could I leave it on the
fence; so now it would find its way to my desk for two days until I did
something about it. That dog collar had become an uninvited, unwanted item on
my already too long to-do list, but the nagging sensation that I should call
the number on the tag was greater than the time it would take to finally do
it.
I dialed the local phone number and got
a voice message. “Great,” I thought, “I’ll leave a message that I found this
collar and be done with it.”
A
couple more days went by. The dog tag and collar had now become like an ornament
on my desk. In the quiet of late
evening during that welcome undisturbed time of catching up, the occasional
wandering thought would lead my eye to that collar to wonder about who it might
have belonged to and how it got to me.
In the flurry of a busy morning and
constant calls I was snapped into the moment when I answered a call from a man
who said,
“Someone left a message about a dog
collar that was found?”
“Oh, yes…that was me who called…I’m one
of the owners of the Inn at Cook Street and it was dropped in front of our
house,” I said.
“I live in California now but still have
my local number in Provincetown. I just heard your message when I called in…I
can’t believe you found Zoe’s collar in front of your inn. I threw it into the
sea at the Moors with her ashes two years ago after she died. She loved the
Moors,” he said.
“Two years ago?!?” I asked….”The
Moors?” That’s two miles away…
How’d it get here in front of the Inn?
“I don’t know…maybe seagulls?” he asked,
trying to make sense of it. “I’m so glad you found it and that you called me –
I think it’s a message from Zoe…that she wants me to know she’s alright. I still think of her, a lot. I miss
her.”
Time was suspended in the silence
between us. There were so many messages for me in that experience. How often do I push away something
that’s not on my timetable because I think I’m just too busy? Time after time what I need to know is
right in front of me, and when will I get that so often the way I experience
God comes after resistance and surrender?
When I hung up the phone I looked up the
definition of the word Zoe. It’s a Greek word that means, “Life.”
I still
have that collar as a reminder of the lessons learned, and one day I look
forward to meeting Zoe to thank her for her message."
Zoe
Definition
zoe { dzo-ay’}
Strong's Lexicon: Greek Origin
-Life
- the state of one who is possessed of
vitality or is animate
- every living soul
-Life
- of the absolute fullness of
life, both essential and ethical, which belongs to God, and through Him
- life
real and genuine, a life active and vigorous, devoted to God, blessed, in the
portion even in this world of those who put their trust in Christ, and to last
for ever.
2 comments:
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