There is no iconic Spirit Muse image yet, but
This Image Made Me Happy Today
Pachabel Canon in D with
Starlings Starlings Starlings
Starlings Starlings Starlings
One of the most beautiful audio recordings I've heard of this piece
The syncopation of the swooping, turning, flowing flock
couldn't be more perfect if it were choreographed
There are 200 million in North America descended from 60 to 100 birds released
in Central Park, New York by Eugene Schieffelin. He was president of the infamous
American Acclimatization Society
which tried to introduce every bird species mentioned in the works of William Shakespeare to North America in 1890, and this, unfortunately,
turned into a terrible environmental disaster.
read more
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/
That Said
Meet 'Damar'
in Central Park, New York by Eugene Schieffelin. He was president of the infamous
American Acclimatization Society
which tried to introduce every bird species mentioned in the works of William Shakespeare to North America in 1890, and this, unfortunately,
turned into a terrible environmental disaster.
read more
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/
That Said
Meet 'Damar'
The Common Starling is a noisy bird uttering a wide variety of both melodic and mechanical-sounding sounds, including a distinctive "wolf whistle".
Starlings are mimics, like many of its family.
In captivity, Starlings will learn to imitate all types of sounds and speech earning them the nickname "poor-man's Myna". Songs are more commonly sung by males, although females also sing. Songs consist of a mixture of mimicry, clicks, wheezes, chattering, whistles, rattles, and piping notes. Besides song,11 other calls have been described, including a Flock Call, Threat Call, Attack Call, Snarl Call, and Copulation Call.
Birds chatter while roosting and bathing. Even when a flock of starlings is completely silent, the synchronized movements of the flock make a distinctive whooshing sound
that can be heard hundreds of meters away.
Three Feathers
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Swallow Tea
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Healing Synchronicity
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Poem
Photo and Poem by Ms.
I WILL TELL YOU ABOUT MY DEAR FRIEND
2009
I will tell you about my friend
recently so ill
her value to me reawakened
with a ferocity
that shook me off center.
Now I can see I was stuck in a time warp.
In that same way that love is the biggest surprise,
I realized how much she meant to me,
and all that she represented to me
of my past , of my expectations, of reasons.
I became free, free of the fear of loss,
safe in the knowledge that loss is inevitable.
How fascinating it is, that a threat manifested
can produce enormous insights, a chance
to become more aware, to change,
and to accept what does not change.
All these little miracles of the ordinary
so extraordinary when illuminated.
I am recalling that moment
in an earlier visit, late Spring,
sitting outside amongst the trees,
facing each other, chatting,
something about mortality
but the details are lost.
A dark veridian green hummingbird
flew between us and hovered briefly,
turning first towards her, then
towards me, then gone like an apparition
leaving a pulsing magnetic field between us.
We were dumbstruck in the afterglow.
Our eyes were tethered together at the spot
where a tiny creature caused everything to shift.
After another moment of intense silence,
we laughed. We laughed, oh, we laughed.
We laughed and laughed.
We laughed until it hurt.
2009
I will tell you about my friend
recently so ill
her value to me reawakened
with a ferocity
that shook me off center.
Now I can see I was stuck in a time warp.
In that same way that love is the biggest surprise,
I realized how much she meant to me,
and all that she represented to me
of my past , of my expectations, of reasons.
I became free, free of the fear of loss,
safe in the knowledge that loss is inevitable.
How fascinating it is, that a threat manifested
can produce enormous insights, a chance
to become more aware, to change,
and to accept what does not change.
All these little miracles of the ordinary
so extraordinary when illuminated.
I am recalling that moment
in an earlier visit, late Spring,
sitting outside amongst the trees,
facing each other, chatting,
something about mortality
but the details are lost.
A dark veridian green hummingbird
flew between us and hovered briefly,
turning first towards her, then
towards me, then gone like an apparition
leaving a pulsing magnetic field between us.
We were dumbstruck in the afterglow.
Our eyes were tethered together at the spot
where a tiny creature caused everything to shift.
After another moment of intense silence,
we laughed. We laughed, oh, we laughed.
We laughed and laughed.
We laughed until it hurt.
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REMINDER
If you have never seen "Bed Peace",
or if it's been a long time since you viewed it
look again at 1969.
free till Midnight tonight at
http://
www.youtube.com/watch?
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2 comments:
What a beautiful post, in many ways. There is no brighter feather than on the wing friendship. Thank you for the gift of your poetry.
so much here. Damar is incredible and loved hearing Pachabel again. a treasure of a poem and all those bird links...thank you for sharing so much.
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