The other day the kids found a birds nest on the ground with a few robin’s eggs still in it. Since we had recently had storms with high winds, I figured the nest was blown out of the tree.
The past few days I have seen a robin bouncing around the area. It wouldn’t be far reaching to believe this to be one of the parents trying to figure out where their nest went.
Today I sat at a small table in a courtroom as my 12 year marriage was blown from its tree in a flurry of testimony, paperwork, discussion of assets, etc. and I couldn’t help feeling a little like that robin looking for the nest.
Storm after storm I have tried to keep my nest perfectly in place. Denying that the tree wasn’t right or even damaging to my nest. I have straightened the sticks and twigs every time they were pushed out of place. Welcoming friends and family to visit all the while trying to hide the damaged areas.
As I went bouncing around today looking for my storm ravaged nest, I saw a glimpse of all its pieces laying in front of me. As I picked through the broken sticks and wounded twigs, I had to finally decide that I wasn’t going to repair this nest again.
It’s time to start gathering new twigs that contain the strength of new growth. Time to begin placing them in a familiar pattern, yet let it be different. Drawing wisdom from learning the hard way what didn’t work and what was weak. Allowing myself those special touches that make it uniquely mine and being confident that as long as I build it from knowledge and hope; it will contain the strength I need should another storm find me.
As of today my nest is no longer in a familiar tree, but I’m no longer hopping around confused as to what has happened. I am prepared to move forward and build stronger.