This morning hungry birds were waiting by the lake, hoping for a breakfast of cracked corn. The water- logged grass squished under my feet as I greeted the happy flock. Muscovy ducks, Papa and Mama sandhill crane, and mallards. What joy to find the missing family of six juvenile ducks all present and accounted for since the storm.
As you can see, the ducky's bright orange beak, with its blue tip, added color to the day. Ducks are symbolic of emotional healing. To let our heavy emotions roll off our back, like water on a duck's back...just head for the water, and keep paddling along in peace.
The swollen lake mirrored the sky in the morning sunlight. Native Americans saw a lake as a smile of Great Spirit. In the Zohar, water is a code word for light. The lake is abundant with fresh clean water, a renewal of Spirit, a baptism of sorts.
From a distance, I watched a large crane swoop down from the sky, a bird of creation, and creativity. He stood high on the power-line, looking at the sunlit lake. A reminder that all real power comes from above.
As we sat by the lake, I was cloud-watching, when I looked up higher, a rainbow had appeared. A wonderful sign of God's promise.
I'm thankful for the angels that guide us in all of our ways. I owe a debt of gratitude to the birds. They get me out of the house, and feed my heart a dose of nature's beauty and peace to begin each day. A chance to be spontaneous and expectant of the joyful things of God.
Have a peaceful day, and remember you have a guardian angel by your side. The best is yet to be.
Love and peace,