We have a pair of Canadian geese who live on our property. Every year they raise a family.

For many months one goose walks in front and one walks behind, alert, looking for danger, while their goslings peck and eat.

As far as I can tell, neither mummy nor daddy goose are complaining or worried about it. They are just being geese.

What if we could be more like geese? What if whatever we are doing, that’s all we’re doing?

What if… our purpose is to be here, now?

Would that be liberating?