My friend lost her mom to ALS last week. Last night we took a chilly walk along a nature path, and as we meandered she noticed a high tree flocked in so many birds. Passing underneath it she said, I know my mom will give me signs, and just then, all the birds burst from above and gave us a 15 minute murmuration, staying close over her, dancing.
A Murmeration for Amber
As they dip and glisten it’s the pulse of a heartbeat made by the flitting and gliding
of ecstatic black wings
who whorl in slick grace
with unfathomed choreography
We are here, they say in their cacophony, for you
and we could swoop you away with us forever, however...
your burdens are here now and are yours to fold into
But here, we know your light is what can unfurl you
as we feather your story to the watercolored sky
and that story is this:
You are safe, held, and seen.
You are a treasure and a boulder.
Your life, your message takes up space
and it fills the pockmarked places where hope has been hiding.
You are a wonder, your existence offers an abundance of calm to the wearied
So worry not, sweet bird
You can fly with us one day and O! how you will love your wings
But until then,
just keep looking
If you've never had the joy of witnessing a murmeration, check out this video on YouTube of a particularly spectacular one.
by Emily Nielsen
"I am determined to be cheerful and happy in whatever situation I may find myself. For I have learned that the greater part of our misery or unhappiness is determined not by our circumstance but by our disposition."
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