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The gift of compromise

Arigiope web by night light

In the wee hours of the morning, around 4:15, my dog decided she was hungry.  At 16 years old, she gets easily confused.  Although I got up and fed her, by 4:45 she was hungry again, or thought she was.  So, up I was and not very happy about it.  For those of you who ask why I get up so early, now you know. It’s not by choice, but by love.

 Isn’t it funny how love makes you do things that you wouldn’t ever do otherwise?  Compromise, give when you feel don’t have anything left, act kindly when you feel just the opposite.  Perhaps that is the true gift of loving, to take you outside of your natural inclinations and stretch your character. 

Stick spinning in the light

captivated by the spiders once again.  When the night light shines down on a wet web, something magical occurs and you can see what you wouldn’t see otherwise.  Looking closely, I could actually make out the intricate woven patterns she made, every repair representing an insect who sacrificed its life for her hunger, willingly or otherwise. Beyond the web a stick from the oak tree hung suspended in the silk.  As the wind blew the stick spun in a furious whirl of golden light.  For those of you so inclined you might read meaning into the shape it formed, again a representation of sacrifice. What were all these symbols trying to communicate? Another gift? Perhaps.  Or maybe just the sleep deprived thoughts of an average woman who loves her dog.

I have to admit, standing there mesmerized by the light I did feel drawn to the lesson. I hope today you will be blessed enough to remember that happiness is not always the goal.  Sometimes sacrifice and compromise are the greater gifts to yourself.