A friend of mine just called and told me this story.
She walked out her front door and was stopped in her tracks by the wild screech of a hawk. She loves hawks. She looked up, down, and sideways to catch a glimpse of the bird. She was determined to find that hawk. No hawk could she find.
She tilted her head slightly and spied, perched high on a telephone wire, a small mockingbird. Pretending with his full-throated chutzpah to be…a hawk. Who knows? Maybe in that moment he felt himself to BE a hawk.
Three minutes before, my friend had been absolutely certain. If I know one thing, I know what a hawk sounds like. The mockingbird, just for show, cocked his head and looked at her as if to say Gotcha.
Young ones seem to approach life with what Zen teachers call ‘beginner’s mind’. Assuming they don’t know everything already. Their viewfinder is wide — allowing in more light, more possibilities. What discoveries could be waiting for us older ones, just beyond the hawk’s cry?