Yesterday I saw a white bird on the wing. It was just outside my car window as I waited at the light, a round-bellied little thing with long, graceful wings that curved just so. The wind was pretty fierce, the kind that whips and turns and changes its mind. And the funny thing was, the bird just went with it.
For a minute, the bird dipped and sailed on a strong current and when that current swept away, the bird beat its wings in a quick whap, whap, whap. In an eyeblink, the wind switched and the little white-feathered fellow went right back to tilting and gliding and letting the air buoy him as it would.
In less than five minutes, this cycle must have repeated itself a good six or seven times. Wind meets bird. Wind lifts bird. Wind abandons bird. Bird chases wind. Bird lifts itself. Bird falls back into wind. What a thing, to swoop and sail and fight and strive.
And as I left I thought to myself, There's a lesson in that.
*Post title from Elizabeth Mitchell's song, Little Bird, Little Bird