From the pen of a ready writer:
Today I thought I would offer an article from guest writer Richard L. Provencher. From time to time I like to feature an article from another writer from whose writing I gain personal inspiration or some spiritual insight. This fable tells the story of a rather unusual raven who never stopped trying to be all she could be. No matter how many times she tried and failed she did not give up on the hope of one day reaching her dream-to soar higher than any raven has ever soared before. She wanted to reach the highest and tallest tree in the valley. She was an upwardly mobile raven.
What lessons will you glean from this modern day bird tale? What insight can you glean from the wings of this fable? What can you learn from the lesson learned from this young raven? Now let the fable begin
Halfway up the Spruce tree young Raven had a special view of the valley. Raising her beak, she could easily see a rushing creek fill several large ponds.
Even narrow trails, where deer zigzagged though the forest. If only her feathers could carry her to taller trees, she might reach higher than what looked like snow above.
Her wings were too weak to fly up and see.
Raven sensed something different existed beyond the high rise of land.
She was stubborn and tried over and over during practice flights. Falling onto the ground with a thump was often repeated as her beak poked into the grass.
Tired wings kept her airborne only so far, or high. Other ravens were content to live in this valley.
Why wasn’t their friend happy too? Was it really important to reach the tallest trees? Who cared what might be outside their valley?
Yes, they thought Raven was a bird with impossible dreams.
Families of ravens were busy spending much time looking for food. After hours of searching they rested on branches, waiting for the sun to set.
But young Raven wanted more. It wasn’t enough to shriek into the wind that often pushed her around in the sky. She hoped for much more.
Practicing long distance flying had its difficulties. Plopping onto the ground brought her into an area inhabited by foxes, coyotes and hawks. And wolves ate anything that looked tasty.
Young raven did indeed look yummy.
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