I think these two images shall be with me for a while. The first an image of my mind and heart in chaos. To see the swarming birds I have to wonder how they do not collide like pinballs. The sound, mirroring the visual, was almost deafening. Perhaps that is the whisper. When I cannot hear my heart, my mind is in chaos. And yet, if I but sit with the swarm I will find its rhythm and dance. To find the rhythm and dance merges the swarm into the softness of the second image as near as looking over my other shoulder.