He held out his hand in hope that the seagull would take the bread from his hand.
At first both the seagull and French Husband were a little shy of one another.
Though the seagull kept flying around, then closer, studying and at last felt sure of French Husband.
I asked French Husband if he wasn't a tad bit scared that the seagull might bite his hand. He grinned, "Hell ya," then after a second of reflection added, "But it will be worth the intimacy of contact."
I thought about that as the seagull and the man slowly attempted to trust one another, as they looked into each other's eyes.
Letting go of fear… trusting.
It became a meditation of sort, a moment of deep reflection for five minutes. I love how prayer, reflection, meditation can do that. Like deep sea diving straight to the center and back.
Like the seagull and French Husband, reaching for contact… intimacy… for a brief period of time, that would become a longer memory held.
Food for thought. Feeding the soul.
Trust.
As if it were so simple.
The more we give the more we receive.
To be one and the other at the same time.
And so both reached out, both gave and received.
The unexpected: Today I will feed a seagull and call it prayer.
It was an ordinary day.
Holy Spirit.
May we continue to reach out, extend ourselves, trust and let go.
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