When one is by the ocean, life is so clear with the ocean waves moving up and down, and the tides moving in and out.
Of course this movement is observable everywhere when we pause to let this journey percolate in and out. Currently I’m in a trough awaiting the rise.
In Brian Doyle’s book, One Long River of Song, he writes: Birds are how air answers questions.
That statement stops me in my currently very limited tracks.
Sheltered-in-place, I have time to sit with those six words for hours, be with them like a Zen koan.
It’s gray today, birds tucked, but when they appear, I will watch them differently, as I reflect on and wonder about the birds fluttering in the air within as it moves and passes in and out.