Flying
with the Flock
“As
geese flap their wings they create an uplift for the bird following.
By flying together in a V formation, the flock's flying range is 71%
greater than that of any bird flying alone.”
Book
of Wisdom Website
Wild
geese flying over the lake this morning, honking their distinctive
chorus. Without breaking formation, they circle, thrust their legs
forward and splash down with all the grace of flying elephants. You'd
think the Lord would have considered that landing when making them so
big and fat in the middle. Still they do hang together in an enviable
manner; they don't mind following a trusted leader right into the
middle of the lake, boats be damned. You never hear one goose saying
to another, 'oh, heck no, I'm not going down there—did you see that
pontoon cruiser bearing down at warp speed!' No, they just follow
like—well, like geese.
There
is something about the call of wild geese that speaks to the
half-wild inside of us. When we hear them high above, we
automatically begin to scan the skies for signs of life. Even when we
deal with the nasty temper of nesting water fowl on a daily basis in
our parks and inland pools, we can't resist that distant call. Like
our cave dwelling forebears, we can only imagine life lifted off the
heavy, listless stumping of feet into the freedom of lightly
feathered air. We'd like to soar and sink, float on wind currents,
swoop and turn effortlessly.
Some
things in life are not fair. You may have discovered that for
yourself by now, but just in case...Geese get to fly, and we
land-locked souls get to think and debate, ponder and argue, create,
discover, make love, relate, learn and start over again and again.
Ah well...such is life.
If
you should hear that distant honking today, look to the skies. Let
the wild goose in you break loose; watch it soar, turn and splash
down. Vicarious flight is better than no flight at all.
In
the spirit,
Jane
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