I watched in anticipation as a family of five ducks were surprised to find the edge of the waterfall. They rightfully panicked and managed to pull themselves up onto the surrounding rock face. Determined to be on their way…. they try and panick again. Obviously not the safest route they begin to search for solutions.
I find myself in situations often wondering how I can make it work or rerouting. Just as they did. They rerouted swimming against the current toward a seemingly safe island. One of them make it – the others turn back.
Seeing the best route and attempting to lead others along guarentees no following.
Reluctantly, Phil (as I’ve dubbed him) follows the crowd. Not wanting to be separated from his flock he heads back towards them only this time he’s caught in a current that there is no fighting. Quickly the water propels him to the edge of chaos and he’s not only free falling from the rivers edge but being pushed by tons of water.
Of course, our beloved Phil spreads his wings and nails the landing. It’s literally what he’s born to do. But in that moment I saw life so clearly. The fear before plummeting into a new adventure. The chaos on the way down. The turmoil and recovery on the brink of change and a new freedom.
Phil the duck. My newest spirit animal.
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