Thursday, January 03, 2008

Vulnerable like a bird

Life is precious. Not because it is unchangeable, like a diamond, but because it is vulnerable, like a little bird. To love life means to love its vulnerability, asking for care, attention, guidance, and support. Life and death are connected by vulnerability. The newborn child and the dying elder both remind us of the preciousness of our lives. Let's not forget the preciousness and vulnerability of life during the times we are powerful, successful, and popular.

Henri Nouwen

1 comment:

Sarah Louise said...

ooh, I love this. I love how the words are laid out here on your blog and I love how the picture is bigger on FB.

I'm definately feeling that I'm in a vulnerable part of my life--remembering when I was powerful, successful and popular...it reminds me of the Mary Chapin Carpenter (MCC) song, "Sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug..."

Hugs, SL