The Mouse and The Moth
Hello everyone. I hope that you are well. Christmas is nearly upon us, and my brain is scrambled. After a period of illness many years ago now, I always speak sternly to myself before the Christmas Hoo-Ha begins and say that it is a miracle that I am here and I will enjoy it and not get too het up about everything that goes on. And, every year I fail.
So, taking into account that finding the time to think, write or create anything meaningful has been impossible, I thought I would share with you a story that my father told me many years ago that has the most tenuous connection to writing and then leave you to your own devices. Apologies if you have all heard this before.
A moth and a mouse were the best of friends. They would go everywhere together. They would spend Saturdays shopping, drinking coffee, trying on shoes and wondering if they could get away with a sequinned kaftan. If the mouse sometimes became a bit frustrated with the moth who, with the ability to actually fly, didn't really make the most of this gift and had a tendency to doze more often than was necessary, then it didn't really matter because they were good friends and loved each other.
One evening, the friends found themselves on a flowerbed in a small garden, lying on their backs and looking up at the sky. Suddenly, they both noticed a bright star - much brighter than all the others.
"Look at that", said the mouse, "what could it be?"
It certainly was amazing, and they watched it for a good while. Eventually, the mouse said, "Let's follow it. Let's see what it is"
But the moth wasn't in the mood. "Nah! It's miles away. I'm too tired. We can watch it from here."
The mouse, however, was captivated and couldn't leave it alone.
"I'm going. I'm going to have a look. I'll see you when I get back."
And the mouse went. Wherever it had gone, it certainly was a long way away because it was gone for a very long time. The moth was beginning to get a bit worried. Eventually, though, the mouse turned up, and he had a big smiley mouse face that the moth had never seen before.
"Well, asked the moth, did you find it?"
"Oh, I did," said the mouse. "I found a stable with a baby, and shepherds worshipping and angels singing. And yet, despite everything, there was such peace there. It was amazing."
The moth was crestfallen. It decided immediately that it would go and find this marvellous thing. But, the mouse said. "I'm sorry. You are too late. It has gone. You have missed it. It may come back, though. I suppose." And the moth decided there and then, never to miss the chance to see this spectacle again.
That is why, even now, when a moth sees a light, it will fly towards it with all its might, to see if it can see the baby Jesus.
What am I saying? I'm not sure, really. Except that, when I think of the story, it makes me think of not missing things - whether it's using a gifting or just getting nearer to the saviour. Both take effort. Both bring good things to us.
Have a wonderful Christmas.
mainly about all the mistakes she is making.
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