In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Early Bird.”
Fisherman going out in the early morning light
Close up of a primula bud
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Wall.”
The Kaole ruins is situated about 5 kms south of the town Bagamoyo in Tanzania. These ruins date from the 13th century and are the remains of two mosques.
The remaining walls bear witness to the early influence of arab traders on East Africa. I took these pictures and wondered about the many traders, pilgrims and even slaves who had walked here before me.
The port Bagamoyo was the main port from which slave traders shipped slaves to other parts of the world . The name literally means Place of the Crushed heart.
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. ~Rabindranath Tagore
On Sunday this beautiful butterfly hatched from the chrysalis outside my backdoor. While the wings were still wet and the butterfly was resting, I managed to take these pictures. The opportunity lasted only a few moments then it spread its wings and flew away.
Reading about the life cycle of a butterfly, I realised how little time in human terms butterflies have to live. And yet it is enough.
Four weeks to one year.
Short, very short in human terms .
How much time do we have?
Seventy years or more if we are fortunate and yet how many times do we say: ” I do not have enough time ”
This made me think ” Do we count the moments or the months ? ”
I have to plead guilty to my own question. Many times I neglect to savour the moment. I look but do not see, listen but do not hear, I feel the sun or the wind on my skin but am somehow unaware of the joy it brings. Untill I see something as simple as a butterfly moments out of its chrysalis and my eyes are opened,
I watched in wonder as it hung upside down on the leaf next to the empty shell of its cocoon. It spent those moments motionless, allowing the sun shining through the leaves to dry its wings. Then it started moving, the wings opened and closed a few times. Blood filled its veins in preparation for flight. Moments later it was gone, taking with it this week’s wide eye moment.
As I watched it fly away, I realised the butterfly spent a few moments of its short life to soak up strength before starting its journey.How much more should I spend time in the sun of the Son, soaking up His energy and love. Allowing His love to spread like blood through my veins in preparation for flight. Then when I fly again moments will be enough for my strength will be renewed.
Isaiah 40:31 ( NKJV )
But those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; They shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.
Like all grandmothers, I am totally overwhelmed with love for my new grandson. Reward is to see my daughter and her son together, knowing that years of caring for her, teaching and nurturing her, contributed to forming a strong young adult who is now able to care for another generation.