I was told to write about my preoccupation. For once, I don’t want to resist, edit my emotions, or ruminate endlessly about the state of the world. ‘Cause there’s untamed freedom outside, defying constraints of a poetic form.
It’s not the starlings with their soft, murmuring calls that fill this April morning. A chorus of urgent needs and affections swells around me. Birds soar, hover, and glide in an aerial ballet. I’m awestruck by the power of the collective. Yet each bird is an independent flier guided by stars and winds across oceans. The air itself vibrates with energy. Each wingbeat pulls me into a peaceful vortex, a calm amidst chaos.
note: Bird-spotting is an activity that feels me with a sense of awe and joy. Nature, though, is not only delightful but also a brilliant teacher.
Today’s post draws inspiration from this year’s bird migration. The complete piece appears on da-AL’s blog, HappinessBetweenTails. Head over to read and join the conversation!
