The Dancing Of The Birds

It's easy to forget we are but one part of this Earth…forget all the ties that bind us no matter how often…how every day…the Earth tries so hard to remind us. The food we eat, the air we breathe…comes from the Earth that surrounds us Not to mention the magnificence…the wonder and the beauty that she's created all around us. If you happen to be near the ocean at sunrise you're treated to a sight that's difficult to put into words It is beautiful, rhythmic…and acrobatic…we call it the dancing of the birds. You see birds standing on the shoreline…you marvel at the amount hundreds…maybe thousands…far too many for you to count. Then together, as if on cue, in the glow of the morning's first light every bird that was, a moment ago, standing…collectively takes flight. They fly in this wonderful formation you find yourself mesmerized…in kind of a trance for it is here you realize they're not flying but you're witnessing them dance. I happened to be out on the water as the birds danced right in front of me. Gracefully they flew up, down and all around… at times their wings were almost touching the sea. As the birds all danced around me…as this way and that way I glanced… I felt blessed at least for that moment…to have been invited to the dance… And blessed to again be reminded as into my kayak floated an errant feather how we are all part of this wonderful Earth and how we are all meant to dance here together.