Meandering Along the River’s Edge
~by Virginia Rhys Anson, OFS
June 25, 2014: Bug Comes to Visit
Now upon the dawn of summer, Ma Nature gifts me with the perfect day—nary too hot nor too cold. Tis a day designed for sharing with my future self through a few pages in my journal. Sun massages my face with warmth, and his brightness lifts my spirits to Heaven’s azure heights.
I love the feel of pencil in hand, creating word after word, thought after thought on paper, especially when I am penning meditations on nature. Characteristically, the reflections of my pennings are so easily distracted by the natural world with its scents, its sounds, its creatures, its foliage.
Not many words have found their way onto my page. Listening to the whistle of the chickadee and the love calls of a cardinal pair, I allow my attention to be diverted by the stroll of the tiniest of bugs, garbed in pale, fairy-like, minty attire. So small is Bug, that she is perceptible only to the astute observer of nature or the curious two-year-old.
Bug meanders up and down and across my sparsely journaled page, zigging and zagging, traversing the few words that I have managed to script. Tiring of the paper, perhaps because it offers no sustenance, Bug climbs atop my pencil and navigates my finger, exploring her path over my hand to wrist’s arc. Perhaps Bug’s ultimate goal is my forearm where she weaves in and out and around a forest of brunette—and rare gray—hairs, tickling her way along.
The maze of hairs do not squelch her determination, although Bug’s path alters frequently along her trek. Occasionally stopping to survey her surroundings, she tests her almost microscopic wings before continuing her exploration.
How cute is Bug’s miniscule body, more like a spec that moves. Her wings are most intriguing—so delicate, almost lacey. More akin to fairy folk wings than insect and likely the impetus for the naming of her species–lacewing. Bug’s tiny, tiny wings flit almost imperceptibly.
Bug is a marvel. How can a complete set of body systems fit into a spec? How can this spec of a body house a brain or a heart or a skeleton? How can Bug’s near invisible threads of legs support, let alone transport, her being as she weaves her pattern the hairs on my arm? Creation is so very amazing.
For what purpose was your life created, tiny Bug? So small and seemingly insignificant, easily invisible to human awareness is your existence. Every creature of the Perfect Creator has a purpose. Is yours to be dinner for a larger predator? Or is it quite simply to give joy to those observant enough to see the tiniest of God’s creatures?
In fantasy, are you, perhaps, a fairy come to visit a kindred spirit? Or are you a spy of the Almighty come to Earth to watch my comings and goings, to spy my compassion for nature and her wildlife? For God works through the smallest, humblest, and most insignificant.
Is your purpose to teach me humility? God knows that I can use the lessons. In the scheme of the universe, I am a lesser spec than are you in comparison to me. When compared to my Creator, I am far less than you, far less, even, than an amoeba.
Yet you teach me that, no matter how inconsequential, how miniscule, how invisible to human awareness, I have purpose. You teach me that there are no trivial creatures in God’s universe.
You do not question or pursue your purpose. You merely live your purpose, unbeknownst to you. Alas, I continually search, constantly question, argue, and rebel that my life does not seem to be leading me to fulfill the purpose that I perceive to be mine. How great is your lesson.
Nearing my elbow’s crook, Bug tires of her visit and floats away on nearly ever so fragile wings that catch the gentlest hint of an air current. Bug’s visit becomes a treasured entry in my journal of writings about the wonders of God’s creation. Thank you for such a sweet visit and save travels, my Tiny Bug.
Virginia Anson grew up in the shadows of Sandia Crest in New Mexico. Family camping trips may have sparked her passion for nature. She holds an A.S. in Electronics Technology, a B.A. in Writing, an M.F.A. in Creative Writing, and a certificate in Wildlife/Forestry Conservation. Her book, Mother Earth’s Caretakers, targets middle school youngsters and is published as an e-book for Kindle. Virginia is a Vietnam Era veteran of the U.S. Air Force, and her volunteer endeavors see her as a lector, Eucharistic minister, and sacristan in her parish and as a habitat steward for the National Wildlife Federation. She especially cherishes her life in the Secular Franciscan Order, following in the footsteps of St. Francis of Assisi.
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