Well, sitting here on the front porch with my cup of hot coffee in hand my mind wanders. Have you ever woke up and wanted to just do something wild and crazy? Today’s one of those days for me.
I’m looking out over the property and I see the ducks in their pen. I’ve had ducks before and instead of a pen I just let them be free. People used to watch in amazement when I’d call them for feeding time. “Come on guys it’s time to eat,” I would yell loudly and all the ducks would come flying in from wherever they’d roamed. It actually was a beautiful sight. Their wings span so far and just the grace they have as they come flying in and the precision of their landing. Looking at the ducks in the pen I feel like I’ve taken away their spirit. I’ve clipped their wings so to speak.
Then I look at the free range chickens that are roaming around. What’s so ironic to me is that they can actually fly, but they never go far. Actually the only time they get those wings in gear is when my dog decides she wants to play chase and the chickens are trying to get away. Otherwise, chickens just meander around eating mosquitoes and bugs all through the yard. That’s partly why I like them running free. I hate mosquitoes and bugs so they’re my exterminating system.
So I’m sitting here watching these animals and it makes me think of people. I mean, some people are like the ducks. If they were given the chance to be free, the ducks would take off and soar. Some would stay close by where they feel safe, but another group might just take off and see just how far they could go. The chickens, somehow don’t realize that their flying could take them places they’ve never gone before. They become happy and content to just peck at the ground where they know.
It seems that people that I know are a lot like the chickens. Pecking around in the same area they were born in. Never reached out very far to see just what might be beyond that imaginary boundary that keeps us like we have no choice to go anywhere else. We know we can fly, but we rarely think about it and only fly when we feel pressured to.
Well, this morning, for me, I want to be like the ducks. If I just jump off the porch and spread my wings I wonder how far I can fly. Just how far would I go? How long would I fly? I don’t mean literally jump off my porch. Oh Lord no. I’m not that crazy. I’d crash and break a whole lot of bones and I really hate pain.
No, today, I feel like I just want to do something more different than I’ve ever done before. I want to spread my wings and fly. I want to feel the wind take me higher and higher and see things from a different perspective just to see if I would do anything different than I’ve been doing. I want to fly and sing with the birds.
Okay, I’m hyped up and ready to fly and just as I spread my arms to jump, “Hey mamaw, do we have any oatmeal?”
Wow! That was close. I almost jumped into the unknown world of flight, but reality hit. I was stopped right in the middle of the jump, right before I even got a chance to get off the ground!
That’s a lot like life. We usually have some really great ideas and just before we can launch, reality of family or whatever else stops us. So, for most people they seem to be okay being a chicken, just pecking around the area they know.
For me, I want to be a duck today. Open the cage door and move over my loves, I’m ready to spread my wings and fly!
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