If you were to reach the water’s edge and come upon one hundred wild swans, a sight that I couldn’t even capture on my camera, a sight that I didn’t know could exist– would you think the universe had a message for you? Particularly since the universe had previously dished up this swan visitation, and this one and then this one where they flew over my head, the hell?
Transformation, people. There is one word the universe is intent upon my receiving and the word is: transformation. Words playing a supporting role in this current life stage I am in also include: tribe, truth and tenderness.
Don’t worry, I will make no allusions to Sesame Street and playing with letters.
There is no time. Today at three Susannah touches down and will travel here by train– okay, now I’m just messing with you– promise, I’ll stop. Not sure what we will get up to but with any luck there will be some walkabouts with cameras in hand as well as some lounging and noshing and catching up.
Tuesday morning I catch a flight to New Mexico— the land of enchantment has long been one of my most favorite places in the world– so it’s always odd to be headed there as I wonder if it will still hold it’s magic over me . . . we’ll find out.
Meantime– SWANS. One hundred wild swans— I counted them– you can’t see them all but if you look closely at the photos you will see white dots in the distance on the sand. That is some of them– many many more (um, some percentage of a hundred) are off to the right. My damned camera battery that I had just charged went kaput. Grrrrr. Like if there were one time for your battery to die when you had CHARGED it and everything and you come upon a vision like this— oh well. In my heart– it lives and lives and will forever live.
One early morning, I came out to the water’s edge and there were one hundred wild swans. And? One giant blue heron*.
*no photo of blue heron due to dead. battery. camera. grrrr.