Today when I arrived at the lake, I spied a mama duck and her ducklings. After the initial silent “oh, they’re so cute” adrenaline rush, of course I took some photos. Then, I observed them and noticed each one’s tiny wake, extending from their tail feathers in a triangular pattern with each ripple reaching out and changing the movement of the much larger lake around them. Not as much as the wake of the goose I could feel through my paddle board yesterday. And, certainly not as much as the foamy rolling wake from a speedboat with waves that crash onto Goose Island startling the inhabitants and chanting the landscape through erosion. It reminded me that every action, no matter how small, changes something. It makes a difference. How will your “duckling wake” matter in the much larger world today?
Retired Girl in a Beautiful World 