CANAAN

“Do you have the patience to wait until your mud settles and the water is clear?”; I heard the thunder. It blared through the night, across universe, but to my ear only its whisper.

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.

I looked down to the right of my foot. Tiger’s mama is in the basket; her new basket. I can tell she is restless, but she sat still. On her new blanket, in her new basket. On top of the lid are the bags of her new food.

Standing next to her was me in my new jeans. The old one was wet and I have just discarded it into laundry basket. We were ready and hopeful, filled to the brim with anticipation to deliver her into her new life

And when we walked out of the front door, lightning blasted, thunder roars, and the rain falls.

It was a storm.

The flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long. So the rain that falls twice as hard falls half as long.

It is not. We were tired of waiting very soon and went back inside. I let Tiger’s mama out of her basket and I changed my clothes back to my old T shirt and short.

It was a wise decision, because then the storm lasted the whole night.

The next day, we stood by the door just like before, but that time it was Google Map sending warning of congestion on that road and congestion on this road.

I couldn’t imagine how many hours would it take just to go through a few ten miles.

So we went back inside and I too let Tiger’s mama out and change my clothes back.

Yesterday was a beautiful full moon. It stood bright and beautiful right in the middle of Milky Way and I spent hours trying to capture a good picture, I had forgotten that I should have been rushing and take her home.

I put my camera down after a few snaps and changed my clothes. I saw the clock and found out that if I took her home then, I will be late for the colony. For the sole old man that put what is left of his entire life waiting for me.

So this time, I ran pass her and promised, tomorrow, we will go home.

It might seems like it takes her only almost a week to be home, but in fact she has been waiting for the rest of her life for it.

When Moses lead his people out of Egypt and into Canaan, they didn’t just cross the ocean and climb every mountain and go sing the sound of music. They went through war, deception, being idiots and became treacherous, and after the very long end, Moses himself was not destined to end his journey.

Though it only took a few chapters of the bible for all these people to get away from slavery, they spent generations to reach the end. And even when they finally arrived at the gate of the promised land, they camped outside for forty years.

There was that bed of roses right in front of them, and they have to camp on the dirt for forty years.

All of those roses must have become potpourri by then.

A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving; but all river eventually get to the sea.

This evening, we will once again be standing at the front door of my house. Tiger’s mama on her new blanket, in her new basket. On top of her basket will be piles of her new food.

Standing next to her, will be me, in my new jeans. The old one I wore yesterday was wet and I had discarded them into the laundry.

When we walked out of this house, we will begin the first step of a journey of a thousand miles. A journey toward new beginning that had been disguised as painful endings.

And then when we walked through the front door of her new home, may the rest of her life be at peace; may her day be filled with kindness. May her night be warm and safe, may the compassion that paved her way toward brighter future, lead her and her new family into the glory of Canaan.

~ Josie

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Quotes:
“Do you have the patience to wait until your mud settles and the water is clear?”
Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.
The flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long.
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving
Do the difficult things while they are easy and do the great things while they are small. A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.
A new beginning is often disguised as painful end.

These are words of wisdom by Lao Zi. (Born in Henan, China 604 BC – died 531 BC)
Laozi was an ancient Chinese philosopher and writer. He is known as the reputed author of the Tao Te Ching, the founder of philosophical Taoism, and a deity in religious Taoism and traditional Chinese religions.


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