Pivoting to Elevate
The Kingfisher was perched on the grapevine when I opened the door and looked outside. He turned and looked at me but did not fly away. I stayed for a bit, walked back inside and came out later with a corn on the cob in my hand. As I was eating it, I suddenly noticed that he was now perched next to me on the Mulberry tree. I was startled by his presence but he waited, while I ate the corn. Once done, I threw the cob and went back inside. He did not leave till I went back inside – again, like he wanted me to know that he was there for a reason. I had never seen him this close before. It was quite surreal and I just stayed in the moment, trying to fathom what he and the universe was trying to tell me.
Leaving the old is tough. It’s certainly not easy and not comfortable to the say the least. It is however necessary for growth and achieving that which you want. It feels like shrinking and disappearing but it is only to bounce back and rise taller and stronger than before.
Many speak of pivoting in business and elevating in life. All fancy terms that refer to monetary things. Yet, a true pivotal elevation is a very painful process. Almost like a butterfly metamorphosing from a caterpillar, pivoting and elevating oneself can be painful and seem almost never-ending. When you think you can’t anymore, you find within yourself some kind of willingness to keep going. Grit is what many call it – it’s a stubborn refusal to give in, even when you just want it all to end, to finish. Death would be most welcome but you know deep inside, that this is just another phase that will catapult you to where you want to be. The Kingfisher was my reminder, that though I may think I am alone, I am not. And that things are pivoting and elevating as they should.
Following your heart, like Hercules and his impossible tasks, truly requires the grit of the ages, the resilience of yore and the patience of the gods. It is only once you conquer your own self and self doubt, that you can conquer everything else around you. In the words of Frost, some of us truly have ‘miles to go before I sleep’. Floreat.
