Greetings, fellow travelers on the path of spirit. I come to you today as a humble servant of the Great Spirit, to share with you the teachings of the duck, a powerful spirit animal that has long been revered by many cultures, including the Native American, Celtic, and Chinese traditions.
In Native American cultures, the duck is seen as a symbol of adaptability and resourcefulness. It is said that the duck is able to navigate through different terrains and environments with ease, be it freshwater ponds, saltwater oceans or even the sky. The duck teaches us to be adaptable and resourceful, to make the most out of the resources available to us, and to be able to navigate through the challenges of life.
The duck medicine is also one of courage. Just as the duck fearlessly dives deep into the water to find food, it reminds us to have the courage to face our fears and to dive deep into our inner selves to find our own nourishment and growth.
In the Celtic tradition, the duck is associated with the goddess Brighid and is seen as a symbol of physical and spiritual purity. The Celts believed that the duck held a special connection to the Otherworld, and that by observing the duck’s flight and diving, they could gain insights into their own paths.
In Chinese culture, the duck is a symbol of good luck and fidelity, and it is also considered to be one of the four celestial animals of Chinese constellations. The Chinese believe that the duck, with its ability to navigate through water and air, represents the balance between yin and yang, the balance between our physical and spiritual self.
The spirit of the duck is a powerful guide, showing us the way to adaptability, courage and self-discovery. Embrace the medicine of the duck and allow its teachings to guide you on your journey through life. May the Great Spirit bless us with the wisdom and guidance of the duck.
I had an interesting dream. There was a pair of white ducks in the water of a all pond.
A few of us were looking at then and I said that the female looked poorly. As I said that, she made a back flip with her head and literally drowned herself.
The male dove in after her to try rescue her but she was dead.
Much later, I saw that the male was trying to get back into the pond but most of the water had been splattered out so I refilled it for him and he contentedly went back into the pond.
Then later, the man who use to look after the ducks came , disheveled and haggard, very distraught about the death of the female duck. He said to me, with wild eyes, that he just could not come back to work before the next day. I assured him that it was fine. But then, my partner arrived on the scene, pulling him on both cheeks and being totally insensitive and silly. I jumped in between them, saying No! Let him be! He needs time to recover. And I woke up…