It’s funny how often lately references to ducks seem to come up for me.
I’ve written a book about motherhood called Letters to Rebecca – Musings on motherhood…& feminism & patriarchy & female/male relationships & the state of the world… (help finding a publisher most welcome!! ) & in it I muse on Mother Duck. Mother Duck knows her job: raise the brood. Straightforward, hmm?Then there’s “water off the back of a duck,” meaning it just slides off – lets go…
In The Power of Now, Eckhart Tolle observes that when two ducks get into a tussle, they end it by flapping their wings & swimming off. Far as we can tell, they don’t stay mad or carry a grudge. Just flap their wings & get on with life.
Just think! If the members of the human race could do a little more wing-flapping & a little less obsessing over hurts & grievances, wallowing in anger & resentments & the “Oh poor me” game (a whole lot more singing & smiling would be great too – these are inevitable mood-lighteners!), think what a different world it would be, hmm?
Let’s all learn to flap our wings, shall we? Then life will be just ducky!