lumbering towards new horizons

The poet Rilke describes the way a swan lumbers over ground but glides so smoothly once in the water. I recently heard Joanna Macy read it on On Being (a wonderful podcast that never ceases to inspire me)

I feel like that lumbering Swan right now. Disoriented, ungraceful, lumbering. But the journey is only beginning. and that's the joy of it.