By Lucy Campbell
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By Lucy Campbell
The White Duck At The Lake
Each day, for many months now, I would see it - the white duck that lived at the park, in the lake.
There were other flying creatures that frequented that same space - like wild ducks and geese. But there was only one white one.
Perhaps it was a domesticated animal that someone dropped off (dumped} at the lake. But it didnāt seem unhappy...and, in fact, it seemed quite content. It did have a āhandicapā in that it wasnāt able to fly like all the other ducks that frequented the lake and could come and go as they pleased. It mustāve had an injured wing or leg. But it managed to get along, and, it was almost always accompanied by, at least, three of its wild duck buddies.
For the last few weeks, the lake has been totally frozen. Where before, the animals swam about, now they waddled along on the ice, occasionally going on land to search for food - insects and such. All of the āregularā ducks and geese have flown away. Only the white duck and the three of its wild buddies have remained. Theyāve been inseparable, like close friends.
For the last three days, I didnāt see the white duck. I thought, perhaps, the park people had safely ācapturedā it and provided shelter for it. And though I missed not seeing it, I felt comfort in believing that the animal was safe and warm and cared for.
This morning, as I walked around the lake, I again looked for - but, didnāt see, the white duck or its three friends. I continued walking on. A few hundred feet away from the lake, I saw a white area in front of me on the ground. At first, I thought it was a pile of snow - as weāve already had some. I approached closer and, to my great dismay and sorrow, I saw the white duck...lying stretched out on the ground alone...a gash wound in its neck - dead.Ā I donāt know how long it had been there or what had happened to it.
I donāt know if Iāll ever be able to find out, definitively, what happened. I suspect it mustāve been an animal - something like a coyote, that went onto the ice to get it, and dragged it out to the field. The park people probably hadnāt even noticed yet. I stayed with the animal for some time, saying prayers and paying my last respects to this creature of God who I had become very fond of, and wanted to honor. I hope, in sharing this piece, I have managed to do that, in some way.
My beautiful bluebird of happiness - ceekbee
Nov 19/19
āI decided to create
a worry list.
Everything on this list,
I am permitted to worry about,
and anything that does not fall into what is approved for this list
I choose to surrender.
The one rule for the list is as follows:
What is completely within my control to change
or act upon in the present moment,
I will let myself worry about briefly,
for the purpose of stress
is to inspire me to take action,
and all else, I will not and will release,
giving it to the Universe, or to God.
I will not let myself worry in advance,
or remain concerned with what was or what will be,
for all I have is today,
as tomorrow is never guaranteed
and I trust the future version of myself
to handle the problems of tomorrow
just as the past version of me
handled the problems of yesterday.
And I accept that I will make mistakes,
and at times, act in ways that I am not proud of,
but I know within my heart
that I am always dedicated
to becoming a better version of myself each day
than I was yesterday
and to learning from my past.
And I forgive myself
for who I once was,
knowing that I can only ever take action in each moment
based on the knowledge and awareness that I presently have
and so no matter how much I may wish to change my past,
it could not have been anything other than what it was.
And the number of worries on the list
is so small
that I can barely count them on one hand,
compared to my list of the blessings in my life,
which are too numerous for me to count.ā
Words by Tahlia Hunter
Artwork by Catrin Welz-Stein
My photo of Short Eared Owl - ceekbee
My photo - Nature Canada šØš¦ month of July
āThings happen. People come and go. The scene shifts. Time runs by, runs out. Maybe it is all utterly meaningless. Maybe it is all unutterably meaningful. If you want to know which, pay attention.ā ~Frederick Buechner
š¤©Missing seeing these beautiesā¦
Ceekbee
Thought for the Day
LOVE IS THE MASTERPIECE OF THE HEART
āMake your heart the most beautiful thing about youā
~ Unknown
Image Credit: Unknown