Actually, I head off in search of some peace and quiet. I could do the yoga but from the looks of the participants, I really don’t to be close to them if they are bending over. I’m just going to take a walk. The clouds are rolling in and I can smell the raindrops forming in the sky. It’s only a few sprinkles, and for some reason, it makes me want to keep walking. I head down a path and watch a mother duck and her five little ducklings hop into the lake. The mother looks incredibly nervous and her head is moving back and forth, and I believe she is doing a headcount. They stay close to their mother and this little gal reminds me very much of myself. She is freaking out, worrying about them. Out here, she has to protect her babies from the weather. She has to make sure they have enough to eat, and of course protect them from other animals. I begin to think that mother ducks are actually lucky. They don’t have the pressures we human mothers do. Yes, we have to keep them alive, but we also have to keep our babies safe from every possible evil in this world; child molesters, germs, bullies, senseless acts of violence, social media, media in general, wars, and every other terrifying thing that humans have to be afraid of.
