Flying away from the nest.

 

Have you ever noticed how baby birds are encouraged to fly off on their own? Last night, I was watching how mama and papa bird were pushing their little offspring off into the great blue yonder.

First, they fly around the nest, showing the young one how it's done. When the baby doesn't follow, mama or papa starts squawking loudly to get the baby moving. Finally, they know they need to get that baby moving, its existence depends on it, so one of the parents just pushes the baby out of the nest. No discussion, no negotiation, no second chances - and the baby FLIES. The parents stay with the young bird for a while and eventually, it has enough experience and confidence that it flies off on its own.

Any change is uncomfortable at first. And every now and then, we all need someone to show us how it's done and to give us that friendly push out of the nest.

Where in your own life do you need that support?

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Grandmother's Legacy

Grand-maman led a hard life, raising five young children on her own and in order to feed and clothe the family she had opened a remnant store. I loved walking into the store, which happened to be the old summer kitchen, smelling the musty fabric, looking for treasures that would have escaped one of her many clients and asking her many questions.  

The years passed and she moved, selling her store and most of its contents, but had kept some fabric for future use.  As a way of reconnecting with her, as a teenager, I remember asking Grand-maman one day if she would make me a quilt.  She asked me the colors and what I would like and although I didn't know exactly what I wanted, I trusted that she would make me something that would be just perfect.  Many months later, I was gifted this beautiful handmade quilt, the labor of her love for me.  

I suspect that she had used fabric from her stash and there was the odd piece that was just a bit mismatched.  Even the most perfect quilt has imperfections and that is what makes each one unique.  

Today, many years later, I still wonder what each square, each stitch represented to her.  Where was her attention?  What legacy did she wish to leave me? 

If each event in your life is represented by a stitch, where is your attention – on the perfect stitches, on the imperfect ones or on the whole quilt? 

What legacy are you leaving behind? 

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What is normal anyway?

Travelling through Ireland recently, we had to learn to navigate and drive on the other side of the road.  Our first reaction was that this wasn't "normal". And yet, for the Irish, and for the many

inhabitants of numerous other countries, driving on the right is not normal. It felt so awkward that we really didn't want to leave the safety of the parking lot on that first day. But leave it we finally did. At first, we had to constantly remind ourselves to stay on the correct side of theroad and gradually, over the course of a few days, it became easier, more natural, more "normal".

This experience gave me the opportunity to reflect on what we consider normal in our own lives and to what extent we prevent ourselves from trying something new because it's not "normal".

  • Where have you prevented yourself from doing something because it wasn't part of your "normal"?
  • What would happen if you forgot, in the face of a new project, what "normal" looks like?
  • What do you want your new normal to be?

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