i was out walking the pup this morning and because of the rain, there were worms all over the sidewalk. as pup was sniffing out something in the grass, i watched this one worm going at all of his speed across the wet pavement; inching ever so slowly but deliberately to his destination. what WAS his destination? did he even know? It hit me that we’re all kinda like that, aren’t we? inching through life sometimes not really knowing where we’re going but keeping on pace just the same. Feeling that if we can just keep inching along we will find our destination or our calling or that happiness of some kind that we’re striving for.
I didn’t step on that little worm as some people would and i hoped that no bird would fly low enough to get him, either. I let him keep going into the long grass and find whatever ending his journey had for him. I hope it was a nice pile of dirt where he could burrow down into and hide from the birds that would love to have him for breakfast.
Here’s what you should do: Keep moving forward… slowly but deliberately. and whatever you do, watch those birds over head…… whatever may be your “bird” for the day.