I love to stravaig. For those unfamiliar with this word it means to wander aimlessly. Now technically I never wander aimlessly but I do love to just wander and let nature take me where she wants.
It might be an aimless thing to do but many of the most meaningful lessons have been learned at just such a pursuit.
I remember clearly one day doing just that and my eye caught upon a nest high in the trees. In the nest stood the proud father Buzzard and beside him two fairly young chicks ready to fly the nest.
I sat and watched feeling at one with the stillness around me. A beautiful day for a maiden flight.
As I watched I imagined the conversation that might have passed from the Buzzard and his young.
I watched as he looked at them and tapped them both on the back. Then he flew from the nest and returned and did the same again.
I could almost hear him say to them, "Come on now. Be brave."
One of the little chicks asked, "How far can I go? "How far can you see from here?"
"For how long will I have to fly?" "How far is it from here to there?"
"How high will I fly." How high is the sky?"
How much will I achieve?" How much do you want ?"
"How much can I dream?" " How much do you want to believe?"