I use to think being blessed was something spiritual and powerful, then as the years went by, I realized that being blessed was a state of mind…
That is what I am thinking this morning as I sip that cup of coffee…
Every morning I wake up at around 6am and I find a big fat house fly on the inside of the screened window. He looks like the same fly and acts like the same fly, that I kill everyday at the same time. He is slow moving because it is cold in the morning and he seems to wait patiently for me to end his existence…
Today I am leaving him alone and watching what he does. He will be a nuisance and irritate me as the warmth of the sun takes hold of the day and revitalizes his metabolism. He just buzzed me as I am writing this article and yes the sun is full on the window now…
You may wonder why I write this article and really who cares?
Well I finally looked beyond the fly and found something much more important and worth thinking of. Worrying about the fly and killing the fly was a minor issue that covered the real issue and blessing. For outside the window hanging on the screen that I built seven years ago. Was a cloud of mosquitoes, all wishing to take the flies spot inside on the window and I realized that one fly was a blessing and should be cherished, for the alternative was a hundred blood sucking mosquitoes…
Then a thought or memory came back to me and I remembered that several years ago, we came to the village and found our home invaded with hundreds of Lady Bugs. They were everywhere and Sveta spent the time it took to remove all of them carefully and took them outside. Sveta can do that and she cringes at me as I answer life with a smashing blow of death to insects. I have watched Sveta many times as she is able to catch and release almost anything. Anything from Bumble Bees to Lady Bugs. Now I have to say, “Sveta does smash mosquitoes and therefore I think that mosquitoes are alien life forms, for even Sveta dislikes them!”
I will see if two flies appear tomorrow or does the one fly still live alone with me?
Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia