I sat outside on the decking after dinner last night. Next door a gum tree stands tall and barren, some 25 metres high. The tree is dead, killed by a parasite which ate through it over a year ago. It looks stark and with no leaves or greenery I often think it’s an eye sore. Ugly. Our neighbor spent thousands of dollars trying to save it, but without any luck. My fear is that in strong winds it’ll topple but apparently it’s been declared safe.
Safe but still not particularly attractive.
But as I sat outside last night, I looked upwards and silhouetted against the blue sky beyond, I saw the birds. Coming and going. White cockatoos, sparrows, little wattle birds, king parrots, all coming and going. Sometimes I’ve seen kookaburras in the tree as well.
Landing, flying off, sitting in the tree. Preening themselves. Nesting and protecting.
Sometimes their chirping and birdsong is so loud it’s deafening. But this is their haven, a place of safety. This is their shelter.
And I realised that everything has a reason for being. Even something that appears as though it has nothing left to give, no beauty left, like this once grand old tree which is now barren and stark, it’s lush green foliage gone. But still it serves as a shelter for our native birds. I look at it now with new eyes.
Everything in life has a purpose. A reason for being here. May we all open our eyes to the beauty in everyday things and find our purpose in life. And may it be meaningful.