Here's something I wrote this morning after my son knocked over a can of paint. Before I got angry at his carelessness, I saw how afraid of punishment he was. It wasn't much paint, and even if it was, it wasn't worth getting upset about. Accidents happen and there is usually nothing to do but clean up and move on. Still, as we were wiping the floor, I was trying to make some kind of reason for the incident.
Maybe he just needed a reminder that his parents love him no matter what. That was enough for me.
It made me think of careless things I have done that may well have been caused by my unchecked subconscious attempting to fathom the devotion of the people close to me. And it reminded me of a quote from the Course in Miracles that says something like, "Every attack is a cry for help."
So I wrote this because I thought this was a part of human nature that needs to be laughed at. Maybe it's not funny, but I have a weird sense of humor.
It was a beautiful day for a boat ride on the Iron River anyway. There was an eagle who landed in a tree near where we were floating to roost for a bit, who turned around after a couple minutes, maybe to warm up his other side in the sun. This is a time of year that I'm so glad I don't have to live outside all the time.
How many times must go on and hurt you
Before you hear my beckon call?
Would you come find me if I was to desert you?
Would you even care at all?
You don't take me for a fool, do you?
This is a logical affair
If you catch me acting cruel to you,
It's only to show how much you care
Must I continue to tear at your heart, dear
Before you hear what I'm speaking of,
Before you prove your love?