Yesterday we let go of a trunk full of donations at the Angel Thrift Shop in our old neighborhood. Having lightened our load, an impromptu angel nudge suggested why not visit the wild peacocks at the physical rehabilitation center in town. Usually the peacocks are plentiful, perched on high with colorful feathery-eyed plumage draping down from tall oak limbs. Or, strutting their stuff around the parking lot, stopping to fan and shimmy those magnificent tail feathers. Always a treat--a sudden explosion of dynamic energy that makes your eyes pop wide open.
But yesterday as we made the turn into the nature center, the beautiful peacocks were missing. The road around to the back of the building was void of any peacocks. Then in the shadows, I caught sight of this fellow on the steps to the power facility. His turquoise head highlighted by the sun's rays.
As he came towards me, I could see the problem. His beautiful long train was missing. Molting season once again. It happens every summer. A test of vanity and humility to lose such an exquisite and beautiful part of yourself.. to go from extraordinary to plain old ordinary. And, although your feeling lighter without the heavy tail feathers dragging behind you, you miss the fanfare of so many admirers. Peacocks tend to lay low during molting. They settle down in the bushes, and patiently wait for a new crop of beautiful, long feathers to grow back in time for the spring mating season.
It's worth the wait...
My royal blue friend eagerly put his best foot forward to meet up with an opportunity. Taking his photo, I laughed as he dramatically turned his head and held a pose, making sure I captured his best side, crown and all.
I was thankful for the angel's message on transformation. In life, we pass through many different seasons--shedding the old to make way for the new, growing and expanding through various experiences. Those wonky in-between times often test our patience as we wonder who we really are? But come eternal spring, we will wear our robes of glistering white-- bright as the noonday sun, and shine.
The best is yet to be... In the meantime, I took a hint from my peacock friend, to make sure I put my best foot forward, and greet every opportunity that may come my way. The best is yet to be.
Love and peace,
Rae Karen
