Feeling Small
I see them almost every day
& I’m positive they are onto the fact that they scare the living daylights out of me.
I call them ‘thugs’ in my head because an arrogance of bully surrounds them
& I often think my presence annoys them just as much as theirs bothers me.
‘oh jeez. here comes THAT one again. let’s intimidate’
THEY are a gaggle of geese
& when I see I cringe, I fear, I cower.
I turn very, very small.
& if the other walkers, riders, runners, big, bold, brave human beings on the trail are equally bothered by them ?? I will never know.
They hold their cards well and seem extremely aloof to the fact that these meanies are blocking their path.
It’s me
& I know it’s me.
Because I allow.
I’ve invited that dread to take hold of me.
I have turned on the distress signal.
I am the one who has made these simple creatures terrifying.
Terrifying because I saw a video once about a random goose attack.
Terrifying because uh, ya know, it happens ALL THE TIME.
Terrifying because I believe what THEY say because they are ALWAYS right.
errrr.
No. They’re not.
THEY have been known to get things wrong too
& seriously, WHAT am I so quivery, jittery, dreadfully apprehensive about ??
Fear.
What a powerfully mighty force
& what a web it weaves when I ALLOW it to have it’s way with me.
I read a quote recently that has really stuck in my brain.
” … faith is taking that first step before God reveals the second step.”
Yeah.
That.
I really need to do a whole lot more of THAT.
Hey there, Mr Goose and Company.
Go ahead and bring it.
Because I have had enough of fear playing games with me and my life
& I’m pretty darn tired of feeling small.
D. O. N. E.
I am Done.
So if you happen to hear about a random goose attack on an innocent somebody on a walking trail ?
No worries, my peeps.
It’s not me.
🙂
