Day 663: Ducks in a Row

Nothing like this

Two days in a row, three ducks in a row. Ducklings, to be precise. Little fat ones, all down and blubber, sitting on the life ring like an interconnected unit, looking out at the world. It's fabulous to see them getting bigger and fatter. I think they're past the size where a heron could gulp them down (though they are elastic-gulleted, those herons, and determined killers). They are still very cute. I wonder what will happen to them. I wonder if they'll stay and become assimilated into the borg of Maddy and Mings who populate the pond, or whether they'll take off, take flight and never be seen again. And whether we'll ever know. 

I'm bubbling with gratitude for getting to play with John-Paul at The School of Life yesterday, doing our 'Be Yourself in Any Language' course, which really REALLY needs to be longer, because it works and the feedback is always that we wanted more time and to go deeper. So we will. It was a blessing to work/play there and to work/play with JP, and once again to know that when work feels that much like play (and that it's making a tangible, positive difference to the people who come), then I'm on the right track. This is how I want my work to feel... it's not that there's no effort involved, it's that the effort feels so right. I am very grateful indeed... all thanksy and happy. Thank you all. 

And I call this in, this beautiful, flowing, helpful work. I'm up for it. Come on then, I'm ready. I'll do some doing too, and some receiving. I am so very ready to do more and more of this work, using coaching, improvisation and the joy of holding workshop space for people and making it safe for them to be themselves and be open, language aside. 

Big love, big gratitude, and ducks. 
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