A morning that beckoned a drive and nature. I sat amazed at the cormorant with his wings outstretched. It seemed forever he remained still with wings open. When I got back I read to find they open their wings to dry…they are not completely waterproof. A bird that sits deep in the water and does not float like the geese or pelicans yet his wings are not completely waterproof. He holds them open so that the air that lifts him in flight can dry the water which carries him to the depths.

To ponder such an image. The lifting of air and the flight of wings. The drying of air and the wings that transform a bird into a fish. That I should know such flights. To soar above and to dive so deep. Then to stand in the sun and let both air and water dance and merge. That the feathers of my heart would know such flight and the stillness of wholeness. To open my wings and stand in flight.