There’s something about being at the top of the mountain, literally and metaphorically. Who doesn’t want to feel on top of everything?
Even Rico likes the bird’s-eye view of the valley—the river’s stillness, the rolling greenery, the gliding vultures.
Yes, vultures. I’m almost never lucky enough to spot a hawk or an eagle, but I can bet on seeing a vulture. They’re everywhere.
I thought about this as we admired the scene that day, practicing what Rico teaches me about slowing down and seeing the world around me.
Want to enjoy a magnificent view? Better get comfortable seeing vultures.
Want to move up in a career? Better accept the presence of human vultures. You know, wicked folks who feed off of other’s misfortunes or missteps so they can get ahead. Like it or not, they’re everywhere, too.
I started to wonder if I could find things to appreciate about buzzards of the feathered variety. Maybe that could lead to appreciating human kinds, too?
Well, in eating the dead, vultures do us a huge service. They protect us from disease. They also protect us from the unsightly view of dead animals. They basically bat clean-up. And, well, they are pretty cool to watch soaring on the wind. Rico seems to agree.
I watched Rico’s eyes and head follow the giant birds, his own furry ears spread out like tiny wings. When it was time to go he got up and we left. Simple. I guess his practice with accepting he can’t eat ducks has paid off to some extent.
I decided that’s probably the best way to deal with human vultures, too. It’s so tempting to pass judgment and plot revenge. But my new fur baby, Whiskey, has already taught me what happens when I over-think.
Besides, it’d be my luck that, while focusing on vultures I’d miss the one time an eagle perches nearby.
Or the praying mantis camouflaged to blend in with dead grass on the pavement. (I didn’t know they could do that!)
Or the lady-slippers with righteous comb overs.
So I can embrace vultures as another part of life. They do provide an invaluable service to us.
And human vultures? Well, at least they model the kind of person I don’t want to be. There’s value in that, too.
It’s not easy, but by observing the view (and life) without commentary, I can join Rico, and now Whiskey, too, in enjoying it whether it’s from a mountain ridge or the valley floor.
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