Ducks and Dilemmas aka Lessons from the Waterbirds of the Bay of Chaleur, New Brunswick, Canada

            “Put the need for certainty aside. Focus on riding the best wave you can today. Don’t wait for the tide to be perfect tomorrow.”—as seen on strikingtruth.com

          “I intend to not allow the waves of change to knock me off my feet, but instead, learn how to ride them.”—as seen on intent.com

We arrived to bracing winds with gray clouds so low and heavy, it appeared as if the sky would drop its burdens at any moment. The water in the Bay of Chaleur was sliced with angry white caps rapidly forcing their way to the shore. While this was our third time to visit the province of New Brunswick in Canada, we had never before witnessed rough bay waters as the weather on past visits was typically mild, warm, and sunny with calm, serene waters.

Nonetheless, as I continued to take in the unfolding scenery currently surrounding me, I noticed a family of ducks tranquilly navigating through the turbulent waves.   There appeared to be Mama duck in the front with several ducklings in tow. In fact, upon closer inspection, there were several types of waterfowl somehow remaining afloat on the enraged, swelling waters. How was this possible? They were clearly not in distress, despite the whipping winds tossing the waves about; rather, they seemed to glide over each growing surge with grace and ease. This image became imprinted upon my mind

Sunrise the following morning found the waters somewhat calmer, but still a bit choppy as rain was now a promise felt in the moist, heavy air. Looking once again towards the bay, there was the familiar duck family and numerous other waterfowl calmly rising and sinking with each lift of waves. Sometimes, they would dive below the water obtaining hidden fodder; but then, emerge with poise and dignity again and again. Even after the rains, heavy and cold, began to empty from the bloated, distressed clouds, the duck family managed to move up and down the shoreline feeding itself as if it were another playful day in the sun. Here were the whisperings of a lesson in which I was in need.

Throughout the rest of my stay in Petit Rocher, New Brunswick, Canada, nestled along the shore of the Bay of Chaleur; I would frequently and curiously observe the bay’s waterfowl, with a particular fondness for the duck family living near the summer cottage in which we were vacationing. Regardless of the weather, cool or hot; rainy or dry; blustery or calm; cloudy or sunny; that duck family never failed to lightheartedly swim to and fro as they dipped and darted for their daily diet. They seemed to possess great faith that all their needs would be provided by staying the course, no matter the current emotion of the atmosphere surrounding them. Oh, to be like that duck family!

The Bay of Chaleur, named by Jacques Cartier in 1534, translates into English as “bay of warmth” or “bay of torrid weather.” (Cartier is said to have arrived during a July heat wave.)   The waters of the bay during the summer months, indeed well-known by tourists and locals, are said to be some of the warmest saltwater north of the state of Virginia due to the warm ocean current that enters the bay from the Gulf of St. Lawrence. Furthermore, numerous freshwater river tributaries also flow into the bay creating a unique fishery. However, due to the bay’s shape, as well as the precipitous, red, rocky cliff line of the northern shore where we were staying, many Petit Rocher residents warned of hazardous wind conditions that sometimes develop, quickly creating large areas of treacherous waters. Thus, the abundant waterfowl, most likely attracted by the ample supply of food, must adapt and remain flexible to the ever-shifting water conditions.

I wish to navigate life more like that duck family and other waterfowl I watched on the Bay of Chaleur. Feeling pain? Breath, be curious, and ride it out. Feeling frustrated, hurt, confused, or uncertain? Dip into the warm waters of faith, and trust that all will be provided. Feeling sad, angry, or lost in a sea of changing, turbulent waters? Relax into, rather than resist, life’s current—the ducks don’t always control where they are going, but they still manage to remain afloat and are returned, in due time, back to their home estuary.

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In life, at least for me, it is so easy to feel overwhelmed by change, worry, and/or struggles. However, it is important to realize that feelings are often created, or at the very least increased (or even decreased) by emotions. Our emotions are like the weather of the Bay of Chaleur—they can quickly change. And while the physical shoreline is certainly altered from season to season by the weather, just as emotions sometimes can alter our constitution; the basic make-up of the bay–rocky cliffs, river estuaries, warm ocean current, and abundant wildlife–remain the same.

Change, pain, struggles, even emotions come and go like the wind blowing the waves on the Bay of Chaleur. However, just as the Gulf of St. Lawrence continually sends an undercurrent of warm waters to the bay, so too is there a Divine source flowing to, through, and around us. The lesson of the Bay of Chaleur’s ducks and waterfowl for me to share, and (hopefully) put into practice, is to let go of the attachment to struggle, pain, change, and so forth; and, relax into the warmth and love of our God. Those ducks, I observed, were always fed, never lost, and yet did not resist the waves of change—rugged or placid—they remained firmly in the water, but flexible in their course, trusting in their source. So too, must we remain firm in our faith, but flexible in life path, and trust our heavenly source to provide all we need.

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Wait for me

Wait for me, Sweetheart.

I am here to pick you up.

There, there, dry your eyes now;

My dear, baby girl.

 

Wait for me, Sweetheart.

I’ll be back after work.

There, there, dry your eyes now.

Daycare will be fun.

 

Wait for me, Sweetheart.

I can see you’re hurt.

There, there, let me hold you for a while;

The cast won’t be forever.

 

Wait for me, Sweetheart.

I am trying to catch up with you.

There, there, something must be in my eyes.

I can see you’re eager to start school.

 

Wait for me, Sweetheart.

It was night, and I was asleep.

There, there, close your eyes now.

It was only a bad dream.

 

Wait for me, Sweetheart.

I know life isn’t fair.

There, there, it’ll get better;

Those boys won’t always be mean.

 

Wait for me, Sweetheart.

The supply list is long.

There, there, we will find it all;

Middle school locker will certainly be full!

 

Wait for me, Sweetheart.

It will be fun, you’ll see.

There, there, hold your head high; and

Sashay your way across that  dance floor.

 

Wait for me, Sweetheart.

No, really, I’m fine; just an allergy flare up.

There, there, your friends are waiting.

First day of high school just begun.

 

Wait for me, Sweetheart.

How many dresses must be tried?

There, there, you’ll find the perfect one.

Dazzling as you take his arm for prom.

 

Wait for me, Sweetheart.

Oh, you know, my watery eyes.

There, there, your speech made me proud.

Golden cap and gown of graduation sounds.

 

Wait for me, Sweetheart.

No, really, wait.

There, there, one more hug,

Before I must walk away.

 

Waiting for you, Sweetheart.

I know you must soar solo.

There, there, the world is at your hands.

We’ll be right here, cheering on your journey!

Dedicated to my daughter, Madelyn Clarice Hill

May the stars ever twinkle;

May the sun ever shine.

May your mind be ever open, but

May your feet be firmly planted.

May your soul be strong, and

May your heart be full of love.

 

Morning Crashes

Morning Crashes

Rising, rioting, reveling

Indigo first, pales slowly

Vivid cantaloupe and blood orange

Light emerges victorious

Splashing, sparkling, spooling

Gently caressing the shore

Calm after the storm’s

Angry, hungry face

Ebbing, emerging, emanating

Brilliant white light reflecting

Moving liquid glass

Tide returns to harmony

Darting, diving, drifting

Ducks play to and fro

Stormy or silky

Neither detract from the swim

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Swinging, swaying, swiveling

Blades of jade glistening

Petals of plum shimmering

Wet kissings of last night’s rain

Calling, chirping, crooning

Flights of dance

Chirrups from the branch

Twitters of early dawn

Crashing, colliding, clattering

Resonance in my head

Battle to breathe calmly

Be like the sea

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Imbuing, imparting, infusing

Sweetly aromatic space

Heady, rich perfume

Inhale deeply

Stretching, seeking, searching

Arms outstretched for the firmament

Cosmically small; still

I will try again

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Let’s have a cup of coffee

My cousin, David’s, wife, Shannon, has an excellent blog entitled, “Glimpses of Heaven.”  Here is an article from her site that resonated with me.  It was her simple coffee/God metaphor that knocked my creative socks off!   Enjoy and check out her site!

Source: Let’s have a cup of coffee

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Just like the daily cup of coffee boosts your morning, time spent in daily communion with God is just as uplifting!

Welcome to My Blog! Sometimes we are so busy looking down, we forget where we are going

“Why are you starting a blog, Stephanie?” he asked me.

The question took me aback.  Why am I indeed? The simple and immediate answer was to add more beauty, positivity, and light into the world–which is absolutely true.  Yet,  I have been pondering that question ever since it was posed to me.  Then, after writing the following column for the Lawrence Herald section of The Herald Dispatch (Huntington, WV newspaper), I realized that I had, more or less, answered the question.  Therefore, I share this with you now, Dear Reader. I hope you will continue to follow along with me as I attempt to provide an alternative, albeit simple, narrative and musing regarding a few of the positive sides of life.

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Just as these flowers add beauty to its sandy surroundings, so too, do I want to add beauty in what is often perceived as an ugly world.

To be certain, what I offer in my writing are my lessons to learn and my inner truths; however, it is my hope that a few of these pieces will resonate with you, my Dear Readers.  For it what is a writer and her writings, without a reader? As I develop this website/blog, I hope you will decide to follow along as I learn and grow in the many lessons life offers me.  Further, I welcome your feedback, comments, and your observations on all of the simple truths abounding around us as we are all spiritual beings sharing this earthly experience called life.

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Just as my daughter recently gathered beautiful sea glass & stones from the detritus of the sea shore after a storm, so too, do I hope to gather beautiful lessons from the storms of life.

“Sometimes you’re too busy looking down that you forget to focus on where you’re going.”—Unknown

“My life is full of mistakes. They’re like pebbles that make a good road.”—Beatrice Wood

 

“Mommy, Mommy,” her doleful voice implored me out of a deep sleep.

At the time, my daughter, Madelyn, was a mere five years of age and had nearly completed her first year of Kindergarten. Throwing back my covers and walking into her room, there sat my tiny daughter on her knees in the middle of her bed, donned in pink, silky-like pajamas, blonde hair tousled about her head like the blue bird’s nest just recently crafted near our barn. Tears streamed down her impish red face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I took her in my arms.

“My test, my test. Mrs. Miller is going to be mad at me. I missed two questions.” She described with great solemnity two questions on the end-of-the-school year standardized test she was certain she had missed. I did not realize it at the time, but this was my daughter’s first real anxiety attack. I’m not sure how I should have handled it even now as I reflect back to that night. I simply tried to assure her that I was positive Mrs. Miller, her Kindergarten teacher, would not be upset with her; however, Maddie would not be consoled for the longest time period. Her young child’s heart was overflowing with grief.

When I spoke to Mrs. Miller the next day, she confirmed that Maddie had indeed missed the exact two questions she vividly described to me during the previous night. However, Mrs. Miller further added that she was fairly certain that Maddie had also earned the highest score in the class. Further, Mrs. Miller added she would try to help Maddie change the narrative in her head from, “I made a mistake,” to “Look how many questions I answered correctly.”

This story often enters my mind for a number of reasons—not the least of which is wondering if I could have prevented what Maddie would later come to name as her “worries.” Did I do something, or not do enough of something, to cause her anxiety. Where did I fall short as mom? Then, just like long-ago Maddie, I lose sight of all of the ways in which I loved and parented well; and instead, focus on all of my mistakes.

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My daughter, Madelyn, at her Kindergarten graduation.

Recently, my husband, John and I were hiking a beautiful trail in Virginia. This wooded path followed, and even crossed over, a meandering shallow, rocky river. Along the path were ethereal butterflies, dainty wildflowers, and the orchestral sound of waterfalls.

About half a mile or so into this peaceful hike, John and I encountered two other hikers. They were affable and engaging. After a few exchanges of pleasantries, they warned us of a snake sighting they had just experienced on the trail. Five or so minutes later, I realized the whole dynamic of our hike had changed—at least for me.   Instead of taking in all of God’s wonders around me, my head was continually down as I searched for snakes. I even initiated a discussion with John about how well snakes camouflage into their surroundings, acknowledging that what often looks like a stick or twig could be a snake.

 

Both of these stories are such a metaphor for life, especially given our current cultural climate. How easy it is to become wrapped up in negative sound bites, trivialities, and short-lived dramas just as Maddie focused on questions missed, rather than questions answered correctly; and, I began searching for snakes, ignoring all the bountiful beauty along the mountainous, river trail. It often seems that our human nature has a tendency to overlook the numerous positives in life for which to be grateful, and instead, we drill down on the distraught, dire, and/or dreadful occurrences.

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A fire can be a tool of damage or a tool of light, depending upon both perception and use. Perhaps, we too, can be ignited from within–shedding a positive tool of light for others.

 

God created us in His image. Further, he fashioned this beautiful planet, brimming with abundant resources, magnificent sights, and numerous good people. Yes, indeed, there is evil in the world—just as there was in the story of the Garden of Eden. While identifying good from evil is an important skill, we must not forget the goal of our ultimate heavenly journey, and willingly lead others to this same light.

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Just as the moon illuminates the night time sky after a storm, so too, should we offer a positive light to others.

Therefore, it is my belief (although it remains very much a practice of which I must continually remind myself), that we have a choice. We can focus on what we perceive as personal mistakes; such as, so-called flaws of self, loved ones, and friends; or, perceived errors at a local/national/global level; or, we can be the flashlight for others, and ourselves—shining a beam on all the good that has been produced and can be accomplished. Each person can choose to fall into the trap of drama; or, instead, create an alternative narrative—not only for you, but also for others, just as Mrs. Miller attempted to do for my dear, distraught daughter all those years ago.

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Clearly, this plant is thriving regardless of its rocky surroundings–so too, can we!

I recently read a quote stated, “In today’s world of accelerating change and challenge, those who know how to pray must teach those who need to.” These words symbolically resonated within me—not that we need to literally go around offering to teach others how to pray (Although, perhaps, that might not be a bad thing.)—Rather, I believe those of us who can, should limit the amount of time focusing on the “wrongs” in the world; and instead, refocus on how we can create a positive impact.

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In order to see the rainbow, we must learn to weather life’s storms.

From forgiving yourself for so-called past mistakes, to appreciating the lesson(s) they taught you; from smiling and conversing with the poorly paid cashier at the local grocery store, to offering a prayer for that same person later in private; from taking time to listen to an anxiety-ridden friend fighting an incurable illness, to initiating or participating in a campaign to help fund research for that illness; from sending an, “I’m thinking of you,” text to a friend or family member, to writing a positive letter of “thanks” on social media regarding a business, school, local church, or even community leader that “got it right”—there are copious ways to offer an optimistic story. Just as a spotlight directs the audience’s focus in a dark theater, so too, can we offer light in an often dark world.

 

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Image from yoga_digest as found on Instagram.  It’s just too positive not to share!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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