As
the proceeding Spring warms the Air, the Ice melts on the pond behind
the cabin. The melting begins at the Northern edge and opens up
access to the Water beneath inviting the Ducks to visit. The safer
water in the center of the Pond is still frozen, so the Ducks have to
float near the shore, vulnerable to their predators.
Noticing
this gets me thinking about how some possibilities have shown up in
my life. They open up slowly like the melting ice on the edge of the
pond, and they aren't necessarily safe. I have to take some risks,
and I can't be sure things will turn out the way I want them to. But
when I'm willing to dive in and stick with it, despite the danger the
Ice of the unknown slowly melts away relieving the pond of potential
(at this moment as I was writing the Dog that lives with us demanded
to go outside. As I stepped out the door, a male and female duck flew
over my head and landed in the small melted section of the pond.)
that was there the whole time.
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