Life is amazing.
As Spring is well underway, I can’t help but wonder at the green shoots of life in the trees and plants. The trees hold the sounds of new life as newborn chicks call their parents. Lambs, full of the joys of life, hop and skip in the fields.
Life is a miracle of nature or something more mysterious, and I would love to publicly declare how my mind has evolved to the point where I wouldn’t harm a fly.
But I can’t because I harm flies.
When a bluebottle enters the home or garage, its minutes of life are numbered.
But the act of killing a fly pricks my conscious. I pause and reflect because the insect represents much more.
It is life—a unique and precious living creature.
Sometimes, but not always, when one of my darling cats has a mouse cornered, I take pity on the tiny victim and rescue it from being killed in the bite of sharp teeth.
That is if I can get my gardening gloves quickly and can catch the thing.
To some, the tiny mouse is vermin. In the four years, Jasper and Jules have been part of the family, not one mouse has dared enter our house.
But let’s look at the mouse again.
The mouse has two eyes, a nose, and a mouth.
The mouse formed in a womb, the egg divided, then grew from two to four cells. Then from four to sixteen. Cell after cell, until 21 days later a mouse is born. Well, more likely five to eight mice.
Life Begins With a Cell
When you go to pull a flower from the ground, imagine for a moment the energy it took to reach the stage of bloom.
From seed, the flower sprouted. Then a new leaf, then a blossom. The nutrients in the soil provided nourishment, the sun shone its rays of light, and the rain came down. Nature worked its magic.
Sorry to mention flies again. While running, I got tormented by a few flies that persistently buzzed around my head. Not wanting to look like a mad man running through the countryside flapping his arms about, I had the ingenious idea of breaking a branch from a tree to use as a swat.
I didn’t try to kill the flies, only scare them away.
The thought then occurred to me.
The branch took weeks to grow. It had a few leaves, soft bark and once peeled back, and you get that fresh woody smell.
Then I come along and snap it like it was nothing.
All these forms of life grow slowly, cell after cell after cell.
How can I justify harming them or ending their existence?
A life force has created these plants and creatures.
It’s as if the earth gave the plants and animals a moment to be awake before being snuffed out by a careless, thoughtless or accidental act.
Life Begins and Ends
What of the human cells that get snuffed out before their time?
On the news was the story of a young mother and three children killed in a car crash.
The three little children were three adults who never got to be. So much life and love lived up to that moment and then gone.
But not all cells are worthy of protection. The cancer that killed my Dad grew cell after cell.
Another cancer on earth could kill us all. The want and destruction of the Amazon forest, the lungs of the planet. Not so much cell, after cell. Thousands of square kilometres of forest are destroyed by humans every year.
All our lives, and cells, are at risk if humankind continues to destroy approximately 18 million acres of forest every year.
I am far from perfect, and I’ll keep trying to live better, but unfortunately, I will need to keep cutting the grass cells on the lawn.