“We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand and melting like a snowflake…” – Francis Bacon

(Ecuador)  Being online so seldom, I greatly appreciate posts that bring me up to date on international stories as well as local ones.  Liz, at Nature on the Edge, published an update which opens with this summary: “At the end of January under the post “An Invitation” two intrepid women, Nicole Morse and Marelise Bardenhorst anticipated a journey climbing high mountains in Ecuador with the goal of raising funds for the “Homes to Grow” project in Masiphumelele, a township in the southern peninsula, Cape Town.”   

She shares a link,  “High Drama On High Mountains”  – Uh oh.. I won’t spoil the story, though one of the participants and I now share a similar health-scare story, although the causes were totally different. Her post is here:  Ecuador – Climbing High Mountains.

That update – plus two traffic accidents I recently witnessed, and a ‘crisis’ which affects a family very close to my heart – reinforce how fragile life can be.

Three people died in one of those accidents, and three others tumbled on their motorcycle just a few nights ago when their motorcycle hit a large hole in an earthquake-scarred section of the remote highway.  How they dodged injury – or death- remains one of those ‘Gracias a-Dios’ miracles, though I also marveled how traffic instantly stopped in both directions, and people came running to help them. No one worried about being sued or about having things stolen from their vehicles; they slammed on brakes, as did I, and rushed to stop other oncoming cars and to help the surely-injured people still rolling with the motorcycle…. With heart in my throat, I held eye contact with the lady as she stood and shook each leg as to confirm they were still there.   Miraculously she and her husband and child were OK.   I resumed my journey, which opened the lane for the rest of the autos behind me.

Hours later, I sat with friends and was updated on the medical crisis of our loved one.  He is still in a coma, though the doctors marvel that he has an amazing stamina and will to live.  At times there are questions difficult to answer, like “Why?” and at other times there are catharsis moments, when today’s tears purge fragments of long-ago grief.  Each day he remains the same – and sometimes shows slight signs of improving – which gives everyone hope.   The vigil also reflects an outpouring of love from their family, friends and even strangers.  That alone strengthens and binds us in this fragile fabric that connects all of us here on earth.

The Tapestry – by Corrie Ten Boom

My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.
Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.
Not ’til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned
He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.


Approaching the two-year anniversary date of the earthquake, many are acutely aware of how fragile Life can be.  I’ll close with a study of the Peruvian Pygmy Owl, which reminds us that just being present can provide comfort and strength.

May your weekend smile on you and your loved ones.   Z