As we walked, geese flew overhead. Their honking and calling were distant at first, so slight on the air but enough for me to notice, to stop, to stand still with my eyes closed and listen to them, listen to this my favorite of all nature's sounds, as they grew louder, flying over us, and then weaker again as the geese flew beyond us.
I never saw them. The grey clouds were low and thick. But hearing them is so powerful and calming, simple and peaceful.
It was a great kick-off to the new year. Hot cup of coffee in hand, the dogs, the bare tree limbs, cold air, grey sky and the sound of the wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings.
Slow and easy. It's a prayer of sorts, to my heart. And a wide smile to my face.
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Geese have a similar affect on me. I once lived near a reservoir and they would always wake me from winter weekend naps in time to walk the pup!
In December of 2009, I wrote: "There’s been a big increase in the number of flocks of ducks and geese flying over my yard this year, and I've loved seeing their V-formations and hearing the wildness of their calls. Despite a couple of avid hunters I still consider friends, these birds in flight symbolize hope and freedom to me, and I cheer them on to safety as they fly." Too bad those migrating geese don't know how much they inspire us.
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