Can you see him? The tiny gecko? Hanging by his toes?
I'd been doing some jobs around my parents' home while they were away. Watering the pot plants on the deck, checking the fish were still swimming and clearing the post from the letterbox etc. It was time to add some scraps to the worm farms, so I lifted the heavy brick that had been keeping the worm farm lid secure. And I saw this little guy. So tiny. His chubby fat gecko toes gripping the black plastic. He glanced up at me with those big shiny eyes and made a run for it! 'Careful!' I called after him (yes, I have a habit of talking to lizards). But he didn't listen. he just panicked and leaped off the worm farm - dove off into oblivion - or at least that is what it must have seemed for a little guy that small. He's dead, I thought. Surely he's dead. But I looked closer. Bent on my knees and there he was. Gripping for dear life by his back feet to the stalk of a stubborn wild violet. Never have I been so impressed by such a small creature! I wonder if we grab the opportunities we hurtle past with such incredulous faith?
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Jacqui Conlon
10/5/2018 06:55:46 pm
I don't know if geckos think quickly or just have great reflexes. But my slow thinking and probably just as slow reflexes result in missing many opportunities I reckon. Still, the ones I do grab keep me going.
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15/5/2018 01:31:21 pm
I think it's the ones we grab a hold of that matter, Jaqcui, no matter how quick our reflexes are. (And the faith that keeps us gripping on too.)
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