Do you ever wonder what it is that holds people back in life? Why are people so often afraid to be themselves? So afraid to fly?
I have often found myself in the chicken coup.. Once when I was a little girl gathering eggs, I climbed upon a chickenbox to gather eggs and stepped on a rusty nail. It basically nailed me to the box and I fell over with the box still attached to my foot yelling and screaming for my grandfather to come “rescue” me.
When grandpa got there, he told me I had gotten myself in a mess and it was going to hurt freeing myself from that nail. It SURE did!!!
It took me many years after that day to “free myself from the chicken coup” It’s like one day I woke up and said “Honey, you were born to fly!
A naturalist was visiting a farmer one day and was surprised to see a beautiful eagle in the farmer’s chicken coop. “Why in the world, asked the naturalist, have you got this eagle living in with the chickens?”
“Well, answered the farmer, I found him when he was little and raised him in there with the chickens. He doesn’t know any better, he thinks he is a chicken.” The naturalist was dumbfounded. The eagle was pecking the grain and drinking from the watering can. The eagle kept his eyes on the ground and strutted around in circles, looking every inch a big, over-sized chicken. “Doesn’t he ever try to spread his wings and fly out of there?” asked the naturalist. “No, said the farmer, and I doubt he ever will, he doesn’t know what it means to fly.”
“Well, said the naturalist, “let me take him out and do a few experiments with him.” The farmer agrees, but assured the naturalist that he was wasting his time. The naturalist lifted the bird to the top of the chicken coop fence and said “Fly!” He pushed the reluctant bird off the fence and it fell to the ground in a pile of dusty feathers. Next, the undaunted researcher took the ruffled chicken/eagle to the farmer’s hay loft and spread it’s wings before tossing it high in the air with the command “FLY!” The frightened bird shrieked and fell ungraciously to the barn-yard where it resumed pecking the ground in search of it’s dinner.
The naturalist again picked up the eagle and decided to give it one more chance in a more appropriate environment, away from the bad examples of chicken lifestyle. He set the docile bird on the front seat of his pickup truck next to him and headed for the highest butte in the country. After a lengthy and sweaty climb to the crest of the butte with the bird tucked under his arm, he spoke gently to the goldenbird. “Friend, he said, you were born to soar. It is better that you die here today on the rocks below than live the rest of your life being a chicken in a pen, gawked at and out of your element.”
Having said these final words, he lifted the eagle up and once more commanded it to “FLY!” He tossed it out in space and this time, much to his relief, it opened it’s seven-foot wingspan and flew gracefully into the sky. It slowly climbed in ever higher spirals, riding unseen thermals of hot air until it disappeared into the glare of the morning sun. The naturalist smiled and thought how happy he was with his days work. Like the eagle, he had for many years, let other people define his worth and direct his life for him. Like the eagle, it had taken a life and death situation for him to realize his self worth and real calling in life.
Be well, be love and be loved,