WILD GEESE
Certain sounds resonate deep within us. The rustle of leaves scuttling down the street. The sound of waves lapping against the shore. The honking of geese flying overhead.
This winter the airways overhead seem busier than usual, filled with the amiable bantering of skeins of geese coming in for a landing across the street. I don't remember this many geese here at winter. But then there is a whole lot I don't remember so well these days.
The geese task our dog Mabel. She stands firm in her backyard, challenging the geese as they violate her air space with impunity, her plaintive barks a staccato counterpoint to the legato of the geese sailing overhead, gently drifting down out of the sky onto the land.
What does it all mean? Another year gone by, another season passing through. We do well to take this time to pause and reflect, to listen carefully to the sounds of the earth. Who knows what you might find out.
Happy New Year.
December 22, 2009
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