Feathered Friday (and a nod from The Universe)

Some days are just a series of moments that slip away without much notice. Some days seem to be metaphors for other things, and linger. In the morning, I often wake up with a question in my mind that had been planted overnight. 

This morning it was about the rightness of the path I am on … The Universe answered. 

I failed in my attempt to find a local bird spot this morning so I decided to hang in there and try somewhere else. A small fishing hole in the Kent Valley seemed promising. A place conjured on only memory. It was still there. 

I parked and wandered to the small pond. I watched a Mallard momma with her ducklings but little else caught my eye. I decided to wait it out. Not give up. I sat on the bench and heard a commotion under the tree. Two gorgeous male wood ducks, perched on a log, in almost clear view. 

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Ahhh, some value in not giving up. A reward for my patience. I scanned the pond one last time, and whoosh !! Into a tree across the pond, flew what looked like a small heron ! It came closer, and it was indeed a heron. A green heron ! A “lifer” for me, and in perfect pose. 

Maybe not everything is a metaphor, but today feels really clearly like confirmation of my place on this path and affirmation that I’m going the right direction. There is something deeply important about staying the course. 

I know that sometimes the message comes that says it’s time to leave. As Mary Chapin Carpenter says ” The wrong things aren’t supposed to last”.  But for me, today is all the positive reinforcement I needed. Thank you, Universe. I knew you were listening … ♡