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LAST WEEK, while at a busy intersection, my neighbor
Ann and I witnessed nature in action. A mother duck led her paddling
of 12 ducklings across the street and traffic stopped. We saw her step
down from the curb at the other side of the street and confidently make
her way across the busy intersection. Following quickly behind her,
12 little feathered offspring followed. At that moment, I realized how
life supports us when we boldly move forward with our intentions.
The
opposing light turned red just as she stepped off the curb. Waddling
across the street with the signals in her favor, mother duck also enjoyed
protection from an observant driver who got out of his SUV to stop any
cars that may interfere with her adorable parade. Most certainly the
chicks' tender age prevented them from flying, so along with the driver,
we approached mama duck and tried to steer her up the curb as quickly
as possible. Of course, she'd have nothing of our intervention and proceeded
along without us - and with no looking back for straggling chicks to
catch up - onto the sidewalk and into the grassy area wet from a recent
sprinkler. Mother duck moved forward with confidence knowing that life
would stop for her while she made her way with her flush of chicks -
and life complied.
We watched, both amused by the 12 waddling feather-bottomed friends,
and awe inspired by their abilities to climb the tall curb and to follow
blindly. Ten chicks made their way closely behind mother duck and close
together, yet none stopped for the two who made numerous attempts to
jump the curb. We stood, watching, wondering what would happen if they
didn't make the hop up, clearly twice their height. We thought aloud,
"should we help them?" but before the sentence formed, the two succeeded
in reaching the summit and scurried along to catch up with the rest
of the flock. I found it interesting the other 10 ducks neither helped
nor even looked back to see if the two stragglers followed. They marched
on with confidence as their brace remained intact. Finally, the determined
twelve trailed the mother without hesitation, without doubt, without
looking around for a better route.
I
watched as the confident mom didn't look back either. She seemed unconcerned
if they all made it across the street and up the curb with her. She
didn't turn around, she kept moving forward. Mother duck not only stopped
traffic, she blazed a trail with confidence and determination and her
chicks followed. After a few moments of watching the family, we realized
the matriarch headed for the pond in the residential complex behind
us.
When I reflect on this simple yet poignant event, I clearly understand
that although at first we didn't know her destination, we engaged
ourselves watching the process and the journey mother duck embarked
on. In our observation, our focus lie not in her final destination,
but in the deliberate and confident manner she carried out her plan.
What kind of Quack are you?
Are we leaders, followers or observers in our own life's path?
All three serve to enrich our lives at some point in the ebb and flow
of life, but it takes a certain self-awareness to know how we participate
in the river of time at any given moment. As leaders, we arm ourselves
with the machete of assuredness and visualize clearing the path which
bring us to our end results. As followers we trust the process of life
to take us where we need to go, and know that our needs are addressed
if we put our faith in something larger than ourselves. As observers,
we watch, wait and learn so that when it's time to follow or lead,
we fortify ourselves with the examples of those before us.
How determined are we to reach our goals? We often allow ourselves
to look back, to see if others kept pace with our desires. We walk around
with a rear-view mirror for our lives, thinking what we left behind
us still holds relevance to right now. The past serves only as a pivotal
point to teach us new outlook. The compass changes at every given moment
and so does your direction when new information or insight comes about.
Know that the important things in life consist of not what you left
behind but where you're going and the magic unfolds in the journey
itself.
What the Quack are you waiting for?
We often wait for the lowest common denominator (whether it be a person,
an idea, a resource or an opportunity) to dictate how grand we define
our dreams. Surely, we rarely expect life to stop for us to walk by!
We allow our fears to mute the songs within us as if remaining silent
offers some security or righteousness. We wait for invisible approval
from someone other than ourselves to step into our dreams. We think
that anyone except ourselves possesses the insight, the clarity and
the wisdom to know what's best for us and that we can only proceed
with permission from an outside source.
Yet, evolution supports confidence and success and those who quack
assuredly write the pages of history.
Ok, so what is "quacking," anyway?
Aside from the prosaic definition most of us refer to - that of a quack
being someone of unconventional ideas or methodology, "quacking" offers
a more in-depth insight into the spirit.
One
summer I worked as a temporary employee at General Motors headquarters
in the Fisher building in downtown Detroit. As an executive secretary
in the marketing department, I saw the inner workings of the then-biggest
corporation in America. I learned a lot. One senior executive quacked
like a duck in response to questions, greetings or just in general conversation.
Certainly this behavior stood out from the team, but his genius allowed
him this proclivity. You'd hear this man walking down the hall "quacking"
to himself or in response to "good morning," or "can you make the 1
o'clock meeting?" Everyone seemed to know what his "quack" meant at
any given time, and soon I came to understand his language, too! His
confidence and competence at his position allowed him to express himself
this way. When I left, I heard he accrued over a year of vacation time
and 6 months of sick time built up and he could retire early and never
show up for work for almost 2 years, still collecting his regular pay.
Quacking apparently had it rewards. This unique and confident spirit
touched me.
Mother duck used her quack to communicate her intention to move forward,
to keep her chicks focused on her direction and to declare to the world,
"this
is who I am and where I'm going! With me or not, here I come!" We mumble,
grumble and complain. We brag, boast and pontificate. But what do we
"quack?" How does your quack define you? It's part of who you are, and
also part of your life's intention, so much so, your quack defines your
dreams and declares it all at the same time.
The daring among us quack the loudest and most independently and life
responds accordingly! Columbus, Galileo, Copernicus, Einstein, Edison
and even Disney and Gates - you're in great company! They took daring
risks when their "quack" infused so deeply into their spirit, it burst
forth to change the world. History teaches us when your dream lives
vibrantly within you, the destination of your goals so certain, you
move forward in spite of the tall curbs of setbacks into the pond of
manifestation to swim around in the glory of your focus and accomplishment.
What's your Quack?
We all know something deep within us aches for expression. From artistic
talent, to analog or digital rage, each of us holds a unique talent
(or "quack") for the world. Maybe you recognize it, maybe
you don't. You've allowed yourself to lead, follow or observe
your entire life. Never stand still waiting for life to define you -
life doesn't wait for you. Get started, take the first step toward
your dreams. Your talents unleash once you start to pursue your ideals,
for your gifts become the methodology by which your aspirations transform
into accomplishment.
So,
go ahead, jump off the curb of your hesitations. Walk across the street
of your desires with daring and never look back. Trust that life supports
your every move when you proceed with passion and conviction. The power
you exude may stop traffic or revitalize the world. Quack!
©
Marlene Buffa, 2007
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