The closest we’ve been to turkeys was at a town -side Eatery, 100 kms from here, few years ago. Our son was at his mimicking best;
who knew the place had a Turkey population?
Yona heard them and called back with all his lungs. Before we knew it, there were at least ten of those beauties arriving. If I ever saw a chaotic huddle, that was it. We have that episode on record somewhere. Yona, (blind from birth) the turkeys circling him in waggy chin locks. A brotherhood of havoc: two different species congregating in shared chaos. I can never forget our son’s face – he couldn’t leave, he couldn’t stay. Heh! They couldn’t know he was a mimic, he couldn’t see their wobble chin and flaring multi- tails and puff chests. We had to rescue him ofcourse. 😃
Wonder where the dear turkeys are now.
In other news, we had a visit scheduled to Turkey, but that got squashed after recent terror in our borders. Am praying the clarity and wisdom of God rule our responses. Often we mimic the world around us. We mayn’t truly know what we’re doing.
As another day begins, and goes to dusk, I hear temple bells, and a mosque. Today there will be babies born, there will be departures. Am praying the Light of the Loving God fill us each with that Power which raised Jesus from the dead. May this day remind us we (born out of the Breath of God), were made to not just blend into everyday circumstance. We are soul, born to immortality.
May every day be a celebration of who we really are, and Whose.
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“…I am sick of all the killing that makes this fallen world go ’round/ so I really am quite willing to eat soybeans by the pound/ and maybe to fulfill my goal to save a little of my soul.” Andrew of FMF Writers .
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