Yesterday I watched a small bird, flying very fast,
disappear into the canopy of an oak tree. So dense
were its leaves that it was impossible to see what
happened next, though I can tell you it remained
inside.
I wondered how the little bird found its opening
through the leaves at such a speed, and then
managed to gently align its fragile body on the branch
it chose to land upon, all within a fraction of a second.
Not to mention the impossible to imagine flying
maneuvers required: the banking, the curling, the
vertical and horizontal stabilizations, the deceleration
and landing.
Memory? Calculation? Not in that tiny brain. Instinct?
Maybe, but how does instinct know which way the
branches of a tree have grown when no two are the
same?
Friend, that little
bird just knew. It had faith, in spite of not being able
to see how things would work out, that if (and only if) it
stayed the course the details would be taken care of;
that an opening would appear and a twig would be
found. In fact, had she slowed down enough to
carefully and logically inspect the tree first, the prudent
thing to do, she would have lost her lift and fallen to
the ground.
Kind of like reaching for your dreams. Neither
memory, nor calculating, nor instincts are the deciding
factors, but faith coupled with action.
Tallyho,
The
Universe
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