When We Are Loved

When We Are Loved

Something my chickens act as if they understand what I’m telling them even though they really don’t…and I do the same with them when they are talking to me.

Does it matter? I think not. Whatever is said with love is always understood on some level.

I can tell them, “Just one more wake up, and then we will have the weekend together!” But they don’t understand “weekend,” at least not until something is different in their routine.

I can tell them, “Tomorrow we will play in the backyard and look for bugs!” But until they are actually doing it, that time doesn’t exist.

I don’t think nailing up a clock or calendar in their coop would help, though pecking at them could be entertaining. Wristwatches wouldn’t help either because chickens don’t have wrists. It is a bit perplexing.

Clocks, calendars, and wristwatches…well, those are best used as reminders for when we will next be with the ones we love, don’t you think? But those things don’t work with chickens.

You see, chickens don’t understand very much about time. They only know when they feel loved, but that’s the way it is for most animals and sometimes people too. It is especially true for young children and for some people as they age, at the beginning of life and at the end of life.

Maybe you know someone for whom one day feels like the next.

You may tell them, “I will see you tomorrow,” or “I will see you next weekend,” but they don’t understand when that will be. They only understand when you are there and when you aren’t. They only understand when they feel loved and when they don’t.

When you are with them, perhaps you are blessed in a way you may never quite comprehend. You may, just for a while, lose your own sense of time as well. Love can do that.

To not feel time and to only feel love seems to perhaps be touched by the Eternal, the Love which always has been and always will be.

My Life With Gracie showed me how some of us don’t understand days, times, and seasons, but we all understand when we are loved.

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12 thoughts on “When We Are Loved”

    1. Thanks so very much, Ruth! This was just about my most revised and edited post ever. I wasn’t sure how to get it to feel “just right” so that readers could feel like I was writing about something maybe in their own lives…sort of a balance between being not too ambiguous and not too specific. Anyway, I really appreciate that this touched your heart in some way. Thanks again, John

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  1. Beautifully written. I love chickens! Used to spend some of my Summer vacations with grandparents who had, among lots of other critters, chickens! I used to sit out in their pen and play guitar and sing to them when I was a kid… and pet them and love them. Grandparents always said the chickens laid more eggs during those Summer’s I was there than at any other time of the year. LOL —- I wish all living creatures felt loved like that. 🙂

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  2. “Whatever is said with love is always understood on some level.” How wonderfully true. When I’m with my children I feel free of time. There is nothing like it. Beautiful post.

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