Ravens in the Wind
Several years ago, standing at a scenic spot in Oregon, jagged cliffs caught my eye against the vivid blue sky.
In those moments two ravens leapt off a cliff into the gusty wind. They put on a magical, acrobatic show doing flips, somersaults, dive bombing, and allowing the wind to be their guide.
I marveled at their joyful, trusting, adventuresome spirit leaping into the unknown as they did.
How much practice did it take them to be so unafraid? Was there ever a time when they sat in a fearful place, unable to move?
I realize that when I’m in a dark place there are undercurrents of wind shaping my Spirit in ways that I’m not fully aware of. I instinctively know that this is a place where I must sit before I can leap.
I wait for the inward nudge to leap, and when I do, trust comes.
Out of trust, direction arrives.
As direction arrives, I can then surrender.
When I surrender, I can dance like a raven in the wind.
Ann Bradford © 2010 revised 2022