A couple weeks ago, my husband and I were sitting outside on the back patio when I noticed something in the distance. A large skein of Canadian Geese was heading north east and about to pass directly overhead. I called the boys outside. Even though they were far above us, we could hear the steady rhythm of their powerful wings carrying them back home.
This weekend, my younger son and I noticed a flock of male Yellow-headed Blackbirds foraging on the ground in our neighborhood. They are still here today, fueling up for the rest of their migration which will take them far into Canada.
Today, I can't help but notice the abundance of butterflies. These fragile creatures also follow migratory patterns that carry them through the Austin area. Amazing how these delicate wings can make such treacherous journeys.
I have my own brief migration this time of year and enjoy spending more time outside our home. Spring in Texas is enchanting. Just as the sun begins to warm my skin, cool breezes waft in to refresh and invigorate. I can't get enough. I want to be outside.
Hopefully at some time this summer our family will migrate to the beach. I love the sights, sounds and smells of the ocean. I feel them calling me. So I'm thinking a lot about migration, seasons, life-cycles, beginnings, endings and all these creatures that must move. I believe to live well on the planet we have to embrace change. Movement. Migration.
Do you ever feel this need to fly? Where does it take you?