Snakebite

Something happened yesterday that I think is a metaphor, if God indeed sends metaphors into our lives.

Dh went adventure racing this past weekend. He came home Sunday afternoon, showered, slept from 5pm to 7 am, and went to work. After work he went to the gym, realized that his ankle was killing him, and looked down. Lo and behold, 4 fang marks. Then it all came back to him. He had been racing Saturday night on his bike. He was pushing his bike up a hill and suddenly his ankle felt like it was on fire. He commented on it, but did not bother to think WHY it might be burning so badly; the race was taking all his concentration, so he compartmentalized the pain away to get back to later. He didn't think about it again until at the gym two days later. We looked on the internet last night, and learned that only poisionous snakes have fangs, rather than teeth. Apparently, they can opt for poison (which burns like fire and serves as a last defense warning) or they can opt to inject poison and venom (which could kill someone who was doing strenuous exercise and miles from medical assistance). Fortunately the snake opted to only send him a warning.

Warnings. Metaphors. Slices of providence. Thin places, where the spiritual and the physical brush past each other.