Encouragement

Pond with lots of blooming flowers

Pond with unexpected floral display, photographed June 12, 2010

First thing this morning, my son, Edward says, “Dad, have you seen the pond this morning?” Looking out the window, needing encouragement but expecting the worse, I saw a dozen water hyacinths in full bloom and three water lilies blooming too. Wild flowers were blooming around the pond as well. Wow!

Work, patience, nourishment, good habits, and thoughtfulness had helped those flowers bloom. Like flowers, we and all those close to us need encouragement to grow into the unique, beautiful persons that we are.

I wonder how often the oil spill workers are encouraged. Most days they perform extraordinary tasks on our beaches in the scorching sun. With their hard work, many of the worst areas have been big-time cleaned. The oil eruption continues to cause serious problems, and more problems are still to come, but each day steady progress is being made on the beaches. Yesterday and today, I saw several encouraging signs of life too, a sea turtle swimming up and down in the waves, beach grass swaying in clear water, egrets feasting on minnows in tidal pools, …

Encouragement is not meant to be a nice idea. We either do it or we don’t. We either experience it or we don’t. Encouragement takes work, patience, nourishment, good habits, and thoughtfulness. Encouragement can be experienced by inviting friends and needy ones over for dinner, spending time with children, doing something special each day with your spouse, calling a friend, smiling, volunteering, supporting the works of others, prayer, being appreciative of oneself, … With steady effort, encouragement can become second nature to us and help us stay afloat like the sea turtle in the waves of life.



Celine Dion – Because you loved me

Wise Straight Forward Honesty

Dauphin Island ducks

Ducks close to a Dauphin Island Joint Incident Command Center, photographed June 9, 2010

Seagull with oil

Seagull, wounded with an oil-soak wing, along Bienville Avenue on Dauphin Island, photographed June 9, 2010

The playground of Dauphin Island School, June 9, 2010

The playground of Dauphin Island School, photographed June 9, 2010

Bird eggs lie in wait of an uncertain future

In all the comings and goings of heavy machinery, many bird eggs along the Gulf Coast lie in wait of an uncertain future, photographed June 9, 2010

Yesterday while riding bikes with my daughter, Julita, I watched the oil clean-up workers. I realized that these stressed workers covered with grimy, late afternoon sweats must have some very valuable perspectives. As I listened to several cough, I wondered about their health. I wondered also how their lives and their relationships with nature, people, and God were being affected by this catastrophe.


Today I tried several interviews. Here’s the first:

Question: “What’s it like being a worker here?”

Worker: “Work, work, work!”

Question: “You, workers, understand things that the rest of us don’t about the spill, don’t you?”

Worker: “Yes.”

Question: “Like?”

Worker: “I’m really sorry, I can’t talk about it, it’s against the rules.”

Over and over again I heard the same response: “I’m not allow to talk with anyone.” In several places, security officials would not allow me to take photographs. Near the public beach, the school’s playground was no longer available for children to play.

At the public beach, I met Mark from Chicago who reflected, “It’s about time that we start thinking of alternatives to gasoline engines. But of course that’s how I got here.” Like Mark I too was traveling by car.

I spoke with the handful of families visiting the public beach. At one point, I asked a few adults what they thought of all this. No one knew what to say until a small child began running circles around me, crying out over and over again, “How are we going to save all the sea animals?” A voice from on High had spoken.

At the public beach, others expressed shock that there’s another nearby drilling rig, the Ocean Saratoga, which has been leaking oil since at least April 30.

Right now I want to forget all the “blame games” and all the “powers that be.” What about me? … us?

What is the Spirit crying?

What needs to happen with each of us?

Where are our creative thoughts and actions?

“How are we going to save all the sea animals?”


Volunteer information and other important information can be found at Alabama Coastal Foundation.