I looked up when I heard the honking.
A flock of Canadian Geese had just taken off and was flying right towards us as it was gaining lift. They were on their way South for the winter. They are a little late in leaving this year; it’s been a mild winter so far.
Something very primal awakens within me when the migrating geese fly by.
It is a profound reminder that we all live in mystery.
Much of bird migration is a mystery: how birds know when to migrate, how far they go, where they go, and how they choose their route.
But, what about the greater mystery that we all live in?
I tend to walk through the days of my life much more aware of the predictability of it, rather than the mystery of it.
Comforted by rhythms and routines, I rarely think about the greater mystery that life is, until I find myself in a moment of awe and wonder and mystery, like the one with the geese this morning.
When I have a moment of awe and wonder, I realize that I like living in mystery. I realize that I like not knowing, and I like discovering things as I go along. I like trusting the unfolding process of life.
What is the mystery that you are living in?