...to be as a mute swan

  

...hello out there

to all you dear girlie's!

today's musing is about something close to my heart

a beautiful swan

i have several of these ethereal creatures

adorning my home

their elegant presence,

 inspires me to always be graceful in my everyday life.

next week,

we are traveling back east

in search of our future lovely nest,

truth be told,

i am nervous about those small details...

i am seeking grace.

~

~to be as a mute swan ~

you never hear her approaching

for she quietly glides across the sparkling water,

facing forward,

a sight to behold,

s-i-l-e-n-t-l-y wise,

always ready to face whatever challenges that lie before her...

oh dear, there is a storm moving in...

but ~

this does not deter her,

and she continues to glide.

unwavering.

calm.

even when the wind sends out it's worst howls

and tries it's very best to blow her away from her chosen path,

she wades,

feet pedaling,

head strong,

quietly ~ gliding along...

that old, nasty wind will have a piece of her, regardless!

and whisks away a few of her precious plumes

but still,

the mute swan continues on...

never lashing out,

although, so very close to tears.

she struggles on

 believing that just beyond her sights

there is a peaceful place to rest...

she only has to trust in her inner strength

with all her might.

ravaged by the fierce storm,

she clings to the gentle voice that woes her on...

"be still, and know that I am"

glide on

oh beautiful one...

you inspire me so...

to be as a mute swan during a difficult storm is not easy ~

i wonder what wisdom she would impart

if i were to humbly ask...

as the Sonshine

grows more apparent

i realize ~ as she gazes my way,

she has already imparted her wisdom

without ever speaking...

i am ashamed of my own disbelief at times,

i lower my head

and beneath my feet

are a few of her beautiful plumes

carried to shore by those once turmoiled waters...

 i bend down to gather a few,

upon further inspection,

i  can surmise that these feathers

never went under water during that storm,

but merely floated upon the top of the water.

that beautiful swan was made to ~ float!!

how magnificent is that detail, i ask you??!

as i make my way home,

swan plumes in hand

i hear ~

"so do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself"

just

"be still, and know that I am!"

~

sharing today's musing with

Faded Charm's: White Wednesday

here's to gliding along!