Well, first night of winter is tonight - but at least the winter birds are arriving and that's always a welcome sign - especially in these harrowing times.
I love birds for thousands of reasons but mostly because, to me, they have always represented and reflected the idea of complete freedom - that notion, long lost to us, of what it is to be untethered to and unfettered by any rule of artifice or law or by the madness of illusion.
And, visually at least, to simply spread your wings in a second and fly away from adversity and into safety is the finest way of demonstrating the wild abandon of effortless freedom that I can imagine.
But, I love them all the more for their moral intelligence - and the sense of realism, pragmatism even, they possess about being free. To be free carries huge risks which they face up to and face down every day - every day is a new challenge as invigorating and as dangerous as the one before. They are under no illusions about this.
There are no rules attached to complete freedom after all, no degrees of it - it does exactly what it says on the tin for better or for worse.
Yet, these creatures confront it with courage beyond expression. Every minute of the day.
I am, indeed, grateful for my humanoid bodily incarnation, it's good to be alive after all, and rules and decorum have purpose for sure, but, at times, I too wish I were a bird - or as free as one anyway!
Especially in these harrowing times!
More soon ...
Free as a bird ...
Lovely piece Shay. I think that we all wish that we had wings these days. The bike will have to do for the time being.
ReplyDeleteYeah Goo, I'm having to look outside of quotidian life to see any real joy these days and these guys sometimes offer a glimmer. I'm always hopeful but as tired as everyone else of all this.
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