One of my favorite books of my childhood was “Catcher in the Rye” . I found many ways to relate to Holden from identifying phonies to being mesmerized by the symbolism of ducks. On page 83, he noted “He turned all the way around and said ‘the fish don’t go no place. They stay right where they are, the fish. Right in the goddam lake”. Remember Tony Soprano’s obsession with the ducks in his pond? To which Holden responded “the fish-that’s different….I’m talking about the ducks.”
Fish, ducks and stasis. Ducks can crack you up with their quacking. They can cheer you up just by their bright yellow coating. Their little webbed feet and standing give you an odd sense of the fragility of life and matters all around you. Ducks can also represent honesty, simplicity and resourcefulness (at least in Celtic symbolism). I also love the word ducks for it rhymes with a very useful word that cannot often be said in polite company. So, ducks it is!
Today on this gray day in New York City, I’m dreaming a little bit about the ducks. You can’t stay stuck and just do a doggie paddle for the rest of your life. You have to hold onto your truths and bring those forth. You must use whatever means you can, digging deep into your sense of fortitude, and move on. Use your little webbed feet to confront whatever environment you are in to move on. This week, I breathe free. This week is all about moving on. This week, let’s hear it for the ducks.