A great blue heron has been spending a lot of time at our little fishpond. Herons have a reputation for eating all the fish in fishponds, but so far we have some goldfish remaining. The frog population seems to have been decimated though.
Death comes to those we love. This is the way of nature.
When i raise the window shades at six in the morning, the movement scares the heron away. It goes to roost at the top of the weeping cherry for a couple of hours. It is a much more patient creature than i am.
When i look out the window at dusk, the heron flies away. Oh, it is persistent.
Patience and persistence are two of the qualities we need in meditation. We wait without "waiting." We effort without efforting.
The heron flies away.