This morning, while my dog and I were on a walk, something caught my eye: a row of birds on an electrical wire (the picture isn’t all that clear, but there they are). Not that unusual, but I was interested enough to stop and watch for a while.
They sat, not making noise, just resting or doing whatever it is that birds do on wires. Living fully in the moment, to be sure.
Then another flock about the same size flew over, and the original crowd took flight. The now much larger flock circled overhead, dipping and whirling in unison. Slowly they started taking turns resettling, this time on another wire, but one couldn’t decide where to sit. She (I’m assuming, she) kept flying while the rest took their time finding comfortable perches, and eventually, she flew away, on her own, leaving the flock behind. I watched her until she was out of sight.
Yesterday I’d learned of the passing of an acquaintance, a lovely friend of my sister’s family. Also, a family member had an accident and is in hospital. And a female relative of a close friend died in an accident.
I am processing these events, and thinking how fleeting life can be. These women came to mind as I watched the lone bird leave the rest of the flock and head off on her own.
No answers, only compassion for those directly affected by these deaths and accidents, and hope that faith and love will carry them.
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