Honking for Peace and Memories

The returning geese carry such memories for me. There’s a road I drive along the river that gets me to most places I travel. In the late Winter and early Spring, there is a field that helps you keep a fairly close tab on what’s happening in the bird world.

The field is mostly corn stubble and it seems there’s plenty for migrating flocks to dine on. Hundreds and hundreds of birds hang out. It’s just a short flight to the river where you also find them.

The river is the expressway the birds travel.

This road is the last road my father rode. I asked the driver to stop and let him see the geese who were migrating then. It had been a colder winter, they were a bit later. But I now measure my grieving for my dad by the migrating of the geese. Ah, I remember…

March is living up to its myths. Today it will be warmish — 15˚ above normal and then a new front blows in and it will be chilly again. Wind and bluster coming up.

This is one of those periods when I find it hard to understand why people long to dash on to the next season. So much happens now. There is so much to see! Change happens now! Slow down, be amazed.

Let’s make Peace with the changes. And let’s allow ourselves to be overwhelmed by the extraordinary things that happen. We live on an amazing World. The more we appreciate that, the better care we’ll take of it. And the Earth needs our care. The geese are arriving, honking of Peace. I used to think of harbingers as quiet peaceful things. Not the geese! The weather roars and soothes by turns. Let us Peace. Every beautiful day.


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