Hundreds of those guys and gals in their snazzy tuxedos get together in order to survive the 60-degrees-below-(Farenheit) temps. Deep in the huddle, the temperature can get up to a balmy 70 degrees F.
But here’s the great thing, in my opinion: the warm spot in the center is equally shared.
Every penguin gets a turn in the middle, and each one spends time at the frosty perimeter. There’s no hierarchy, researchers say--no deal where an Alpha penguin sits cozy while his minion penguins freeze their tails off at the edge.
I’ve recently had the unique-to-me experience of being stopped cold in my writing tracks. Unable to write anything. It happens, I know, or at least I’ve been told. But it’s never happened to me in such a complete way.
And the heartwarming thing is that my writing buddies, family and friends have made like penguins—they have huddled around me and pushed me to the middle and shielded me from the cold.
Soon, I’m sure, I’ll warm up enough to move outward and offer the toasty spot to one of them. I’ll take my turn and face the wind.
But for now, I’ll just soak up the heat and be grateful—so grateful—that I have all these warm bodies around me.
I can only hope that you have a huddle too. Because the wind is going to blow, whether we want it to or not. On occasion the writing will freeze up.
Thank you, all my penguin people, for being in my huddle. Couldn’t make it without you.
And for some comic relief (who couldn’t use THAT these days?) check out this video in which Benedict Cumberbatch is called to correct his odd pronunciation of the word “penguin.” (Move ahead to 3:28 for the bit about penguins.)