Before beginning my story, I want to let you know that Mind Adventure Inc. will be at the Miami International Book Fair where we will be introducing a new title by Jk Allen, Driven to Learn, Learning to Win. You probably know Jk from his popular website, hustlersnotebook.com. Nick (the Mind Adventure Art Director), Jk, and I will be flying into Miami on Thursday and not returning until Monday. We will also be exhibiting a special pre-publication edition of my forthcoming book, Marvelous Denials & Wonderful Obsessions. I am not bringing my laptop (yes, life can be lived without a laptop). Therefore, I will not respond to your comments until I return. Please do share a comment, nonetheless.
This week’s post is going to be a story about a lost duckling that I encountered at my favorite pond. Most folks love stories because stories appeal to our heart-mind, where our feelings dwell. Stories also appeal to the subconscious level of the mind, where we think in pictures. The subconscious loves to visualize rather than intellectualize. It’s little wonder that metaphors, stories and allegories are powerful communication tools. Jesus loved using them – what a great teacher he was.
My story … The Lost Duckling
I walk around a lovely pond every day. One day, this summer, while making my daily walk with Shakespeare on my shoulder (my pet parrot), I noticed a small abandoned duckling that was desperately trying to find its mom. I watched the tiny duckling swim frantically up to a giant swan that gently pushed him/her away. The duckling then swam to a mother goose with three young ones. The goose hissed, flapped its wings and scared the duckling away. The duckling saw a seagull, and thinking this is mom, he anxiously swam around it, only to be ignored.
It occurred to me that because the tiny duckling did not know what kind of bird he was, because he wasn’t mature enough to look into his own nature, he did not discern a difference between him and any of the other birds on the pond. He thought, perhaps he was a swan, a goose, or a seagull. All of these misidentifications brought him grief.
Within a few moments a lone male duck swam up to the duckling. I swear that it whispered in that tiny duckling’s ear. I believe it told the duckling, “Well, you have learned all the kinds of birds that you are not … so now it is time to look deeper inside of yourself and allow your real nature to reveal itself.”
The male duck swam away, and within a few moments, the duckling began swimming more calmly. I followed it as it swam around a large fallen tree that landed in the pond – and there was MOM! The duckling was HOME once again.
Dare’st you ask … “What does this story have to do with me?” If you ask, you will learn something powerfully knew. What labels must you drop; what limitations must you let go of, in order to recognize your true nature and experience your authentic self … in order to be HOME once again?
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“Best Comment of the Week.” This weeks best comments come from Jamey Burrell of Life as an Experiment and Irving the Vizier of Han of Harmony. Thank you both for your honest, heartfelt sharing. See their comments here.
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