It’s amazing how the little things we see and largely ignore everyday, can in a rarer mood suddenly strike us and captivate our attention. I watched a group of, what I think were, terns meander across the grey sky last evening, suddenly captivate by flight. They bobbled and wobbled in the sky. It seemed a little odd, that they weren’t flying in a straight line; there was no wind. While the whole group, was heading in an imaginary arrow, from my seated position at the high-school, toward the mouth of the Columbia, the small clusters - two to four in general, but also singular individuals - that made up the group, were flying at angels to the imaginary line, as if breaking off from the group, but not, as they would inevitable wander back toward the common direction, though rarely actually aligning themselves directly with that imagined arrow. I couldn’t help but wonder about the psychology of the birds. Were they a real flock, a coherent unit that went everywhere together? Or, were they just a cluster of birds momentarily flying together? So a tern, or terns, see some terns flying and joins them, but could easily fly off with another group of terns. I brief tried to look at the world through their eyes. I wondered what the other terns looked like in flight to each other. Were they like a group of kids? Was the one flying off on his own the un-cool kid who no one wanted to be around? Were they smiling at each other in their own way? Were they happy, bored, hungry, what emotions were driving them? Birds love; I wondered who loved who in their little meandering group. One wonders, amongst all the groups of animals that love, which group loves its individuals the most and the most egalitarian. I’ve often wondered too, which animal on the planet has the most blessed existence. Is some toad, out there croaking in an endless state of Zen? Man thinks himself superior to all the beast, but that is just his bloated animal ego, and many kings have marched by the peasant masses, yet never know a single day of real joy and happiness, and some fool in the crowed has never know any other. To fly, to love, to be loved…I looked at the grey sky and my meander fellows overhead last evening…and it was an “evening” out of my person and my day; a balancing of within. Peace
Posted on: Fri, 02 Aug 2013 15:19:49 +0000
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