“It was years ago, but I remember it clearly. I was walking along the shore of a lake in the middle of the day, and there in the sun, a good 10 yards out, was a duck curled into itself, asleep. With its slick tufted head tucked into its body, it bobbed peacefully in the lapping of the water.
This little scene undid me, for here was an ultimate lesson in trust.
Without any intent or knowledge of itself, this little duck, asleep in the womb of the world, was a deep and wordless teacher. If only I could surrender this completely to the mystery of life, I would be carried and renewed.”
The Book of Awakening