“… the lead bird isn’t an alpha bird, he explained, it’s just the one that assumes temporary wind duty, and when it gets tired, it flies to the back of the pack, where it may straggle while regaining strength. “If you’re the guy in front, you can only stay there so long,” he said. “Recovery may take awhile.” In the meantime, a new bird moves in.
“The Goose that flies at the back of the pack is just getting some rest” by Mary Schmich
(On seeing geese fly in “V” formation)
Ahh. It’s my turn.
Not that I regret flying in the front;
There’s less to do now
More to be.
There’s less to say now
More to hear.
I relish the sacred energy of the “V”
That carries me now,
“wind duty” done.
Such is life and death
And life again.
c. Rita H Kowats 3/14/2021
Let us today reach out with our finger and plug the dyke, lest a rush of this pandemic flood of angst overtake us.
We are such funny people, aren’t we? One little speck of energy these days lies latent under 50 mattresses, and our busy minds worry it into a hotbed of troubles.
Yes, sir, then we’ve got troubles. Yes, ma’am, then we’ve got troubles, right here in River City, with a capital T and that rhymes with E and that stands for Egoooo!
Leftside, rightside, backside, frontside, over and around we turn, mattresses complaining, minds exclaiming. Just like the Music Man (1962 film) who cons a culture-deprived community, this little speck of energy, whatever it is, can con us into believing that it IS the universe instead of one PART of the universe.
STOP TOSSING AND TURNING! Throw a protective blanket of divine energy over and around this speck, and move on.
May it be so.
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