Once in a Lifetime #2: Another Migration

Migrations are often seen in magazine pictures or documentaries on public television but rarely witnessed in real time especially if no one is looking...

Working in my country garden one spring or fall day - I remember the sight but not the season exactly - I became aware of the familiar honking of geese. Since the valley is a typical waterway route for the big birds and since I was all too familiar with the sound, I wasn't really taken unaware. But as the honking became louder and more cacaphonetic  (I made up that word) I upped my attention. There were no birds yet in sight but the sound was unmistakable so after a bit the expected flock of geese appeared at the edge of the trees surrounding my garden and lining the riverbed. I looked up and smiled at the beauty and grace of their flight and I kept watching, and watching, and watching, thinking that hey, this was one big flock (one F'n big flock to be quite honest) but then, as it seemed never-ending,  I realized that what I was experiencing, first hand, and undeserving, was the main migration of geese, literally thousands! It was unbelievably sensational! Their white bellies covered the blue sky, completely obliterating it the full 120 degrees of my vision. The honking increased to an incredible decibel level! I wanted to shout to my children, to anyone, but the only sound I could make was a muffled 'Oh My God!'. I was stunned, literally bolted in place in the middle of the garden where normally it was the earth that entertained my vision. The earth under my feet that provided my day with meaning and purpose. But this! This was an upside down perspective. I waited  to see how long it would go on and the whole thing was an amazing reward for my patience! They just kept coming and coming and coming. I couldn't fathom their numbers and their insatiable drive and determination to reach their destination - all together as one body. They flew nonstop to wherever. It didn't matter where they were headed, what mattered was that they chose this path. They flew low, so low I could actually see their webbed feet and the variation in black and white of their wing feathers, and the honking was deafening! I spent the rest of my day in a sort of mesmerized  trance. 

It's important I think not to resign ones' self to the inevitable unconcern of everyday happenings and thus miss the possibility of a once in a lifetime, one day happening. What may appear 'just another flock' could end up a treat for your entire being and a passionate nod to Gaia!