Flights of fancy...

I heard the familiar sound of the songbirds outside my office today...and it reminded me of how peacefully close to nature this place is - or seems to be. Yesterday late afternoon, as I was working away with the bay door open, I saw him...the familar roadrunner that  plays, hunts, sleeps and frolicks around the building. Sometimes there are more, and most days I see them, they are in the front area, close to the front doorstep ---or even on my Jeep.

Too cool!

So it isn't any wonder that my musing tonight is of the feathered variety...birds have always been fascinating to me...and there are some like the eagle and the hawk, that hold a special place in my life. So...tonight I realized how similar life in general seems to be...to flying. How the act of flight itself is nothing more than a fluctuation of soaring on the wind, and falling - bullet-like, toward the inevitable...but both acts together ---propels us forward toward our destination, our longing, our journey. It's so easy to get caught up in the fear of the downward swoop - when our wings are folded close to us in fear, in protection...it seems natural to do this, but it's only if we let go - open our wings - spread wide and vulnerably embrace the wind, will we find that we can truly FLY....

...and Oh, the things we can see through the eyes of the bird in flight, dancing on the wind, feeling suspended between the world - and the sky. Imagine it...and feel the wind on your feathers.

Uh, and yeah, don't get me started on Eagle sex....I'm definitely coming back as an Eagle - just for the fun of it!

:)