Cats, Birds and Other Things That Can’t Communicate

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Which are you in this photo?

Are you trying to get someone’s attention with your words and actions? Do they lie sleeping? Are you being ignored? Do you wonder why?

Sometimes we are unable to communicate with others because we speak two different languages. One brings thoughts and views on what is important to be a Christian (or Southern Baptist) as they understand them from a feline’s perspective. Then one brings his thoughts to the conversation and they come from a background of feathered friends. Both breathe the same air. Both have the same Creator. But somehow communication goes south each time they gather at the river. When logs and boulders are tossed into the water, they often impede the progress of any real communication at all.

In the year and a half that I’ve been blogging, I’ve found myself grabbing onto some logs to keep afloat. Each time I’ve been in a stream where a boulder is tossed, I jump out of the way to avoid the spray. Some folks love those boulders; they love dodging them. Some folks try to catch them and they are taken under by the weight of them. (I’ve done that a couple of times, till I almost drowned. Not a fun lesson to learn.) Thankfully, there have been some folk who’ve tossed me a life-preserver so I could get back to shore.

Ever wish you’d just not gone to the river? Ever realize that some rivers are too polluted to approach, much less dangle a fishing line? Ever put your line in the river hoping to get a bite to eat and realize your bait (question) didn’t even get a nibble? Ever had your bait swallowed and when you get your hook back, it is stripped clean without any fish to show for it? Sometimes, I think that is what a lot of blogs are. They aren’t there to give anyone anything . They aren’t there to try and open dialog, but to shut it down.

The other day my granddaughter, her hubby, little Conner and I went to the beach. Along the shoreline were hundreds of cars, trucks and people. Mind you, they weren’t there to swim. They weren’t even walking the beach. They were all lined up waiting for something to happen. They were waiting to see an event. Whatever that event was, I’ll never know. We finally found a place to park and took Conner out to play in the sand and along the shallow water’s edge. The waves were the little 6-inch type that rolled lazily into the shore. Conner had a ball, chasing them on his hands and knees. We stayed there for over an hour. But we never saw anything happening in the ocean that warranted all the folks gathered on the sidelines.

Some folks in blogland have big numbers who come to their rivers and just sit, waiting for something to happen. Some step into the water and play on the beach in the sand. They enjoy their time in the sun and are grateful for the experience. Then there are those who complain about how cold the water is, or how hot the sun is. They don’t want to fish, and they don’t want to build sandcastles. Some folks get tired of waiting for some spectacular event; they just want to throw rocks and collect driftwood for another day. Others move on, as did several of the hundreds of people who’d come to that shore last Sunday and saw nothing of interest.

In the blogging world, we have many cats and birds. Some are cool, and some are dirty. Some are sweet as kittens and as endearing as parakeets. Then some are tigers and vultures, while others are lions and eagles. The joy I find in blogging–especially on blogs like this one, is that we really do want to provide enough fish for everyone to get a meal. But when you’re a cat and someone else is a bird, it’s really tough to communicate sometimes. If only we could all speak the same language. selahV

[copyrighted, SelahV Today, 2008]