Fearless
They’re fearless. These squirrels. So confident in their abilities. Jumping from one branch so high above the earth to another. No wavering for a second, because in the hesitation lies their end.
The past weeks, as life has slowed and the circumference of my existence has narrowed by magnitudes, I’ve found myself connected to the nature around me in ways I never have. Listening to the bird calls, seeking out the shapes and colours of their callers. Watching buds bloom and seeds sprout. But it’s the squirrels that are the most constant in the trees around our home.
As I stare out the window of my home office, I find myself peering into their lives, watching their lives continue, uninterrupted. Their purpose as singular as it ever was, their universe intact.
They bound from branch to branch, poetry in motion.
And I find myself wistful and envious. Of their confidence and bravado.
One miscalculation and down they plummet. But they don’t seem to be concerned about that. Only about what is in front of them and how they can get there.
There are such parallels with the lives of founders. Perils all around, now more than ever.
One wrong move and certain death. All we have is our faith and confidence in our abilities and our instincts.
This connection comforts me. They do their work as I do mine. Controlling what we can and leaving the rest to the world beyond us.