Hello Beloved Friends,

Here in Boulder, winter days are punctuated by flocks of pond-hopping geese calling to each other as they traverse the sky in a grand flying V. I love watching them pass overhead and I’m continually inspired by how they move as one, how they work together, how they look after each other. I’ve learned that each bird flies slightly above the bird in front of him, reducing the wind resistance and creating lift for the birds that follow, allowing them to glide more often and conserve their energy. They also take turns being in the front, falling back when they get tired, changing positions with fluidity and grace, enabling the entire flock to fly further. Hmm…

It seems to me that humanity could stand to learn a thing or two from the birds.

A River Of Birds

It seems I’ve spent the majority of my life learning to fly. It's taken time to gain the confidence and the belief in self, and years and years of practice. I feel I might actually be making some headway now. I can feel the strength building in my wings, and a strong sense of determination in my heart. I also hear clearly the call to rise, to join the current of those who are bringing beauty and balance to the world.