Sunday Scribblings-Wings

The sound startled me-almost like thunder, a rapid tatoo rising from the copse of bushes just ahead. The dogs heard it, and stopped in their tracks ~ Magic on guard, Molly slightly fearful, heads cocked expectantly.

They rose majestically above our heads, a whole flock (or is it a gaggle?) of Canadian geese in perfect V-formation, their wings working furiously to heft their heavy bodies aloft, desperate to rise above earth and all its dangers. My head rose instinctually to follow their movement into a sky so sharply blue and clear that it pierces my eyes. For one instant, in the course of their trajectory heavenward, I might have reached up and grazed the underbelly of the leader, but I was frozen, held silent by their power and beauty.

My breath caught in my throat, watching them soar until they reached cruising altitude, their wings settling into a steady rhythm, propelling them forward across the sky. I realized I had stopped breathing for those few seconds it had taken them to rise above the ground, had placed a hand over my heart as if to hold it inside my chest, for it was beating with its own furious rhythm and desperate yearning. Oh, to be able to rise above the earth, to shake off all its dangers and cares, to launch myself into freedom with the power of strong wings to guide me.

In a few moments, they had passed from sight, crossing the road and turning toward the southern half of the park. Would they set down in a quieter, safer place, or decided to fly on, letting their wings carry them to destinations unknown? How would they decide, how would they know when time and place were just right? What instinctual knowledge guided them?

With a sigh, I gathered my self and my dogs together and continued to trek across the park, anchored to land and life, nothing to raise me above the reality of daily life. Yet the powerful rush of those wings, those racing engines of freedom, remained in my memory, prodding me to spread wings that often seem riveted to my sides holding me hidebound to earth, whispering words of encouragement in my ear. Soar…Fly.

~~go aloft on more wings here

14 thoughts on “Sunday Scribblings-Wings

  1. I too have been blessed with the such a sight. I love birds dearly. I am not from around here, so the first gaggle of geese I happened to see in flight were a joy to behold. In the pink dawn light three mornings in a row in late September I spied v-formations of geese flying south, they honked in teh still of the morning and soared high above me. It was a beautiful sight and I have kept teh image close ever since. Thank you for sharing your experience.

  2. Becca,
    Tha beauty of flight is shown magnificently in the photo. The V formation, that they can rise and fly, each of these a testament to physics and nature’s guidence system. Your missive describes this process beautifully.
    We on the other hand fly with our imaginations. 😉

  3. A wonderful account, not only of the magnificence of the geese but of the connections you perceive also–freedom, rising above, “knowing.”

    Glad to be back with you 🙂

  4. those racing engines of freedom… beautiful words & beautiful post. I am always amazed at the beauty and majesty of Canadian geese. Much peace, JP

  5. Geese fly over my house morning and evening, and still, after almost three years I stop every time and listen to their calls. I’m so glad you got to see them in formation. They’re glorious.

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