The Summer Solstice recently came and went. For me, both the Solstices each season are days for reflection while working quietly at the farm, contemplating the transition we, as stewards of the land, experience at the longest day and the shortest day each year. I’m grateful to feel so connected to the land and to the natural world as a whole. There are so many lessons to be learned there, and not everyone is fortunate to farm a piece of life-filled earth like I am. I fully acknowledge what a privilege it is.
One lesson from Nature came just a few days ago as I watched a young robin stand on the edge of the safe little nest it had called home since hatching. It barely had any feathers yet. The parents coaxed it to jump anyway. It was time. (Baby robins leave the nest at just two weeks old to live on the ground for another two weeks before they can fly.)
Of course, the poor little bird was clearly at odds with itself! The nest was so snug and comfortable. The ground so far down and rocky. It surely doubted its chances for survival. After all, it had never experienced anything like this before. I bet it felt impossible. But instinct told it that there was a good reason to take this terrifying leap of faith. The only way for it to learn to fly was to fall.