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  • For three weeks I rode my motorcycle from VT to MT to CO and back, 6300 miles. This is my sacred prayer/meditation session. It sets my soul back to right for the year. Many lessons get learned and practiced until I get them right.

    This year was a year where I was aware of birds. Several times I followed underneath and slightly behind several birds. I bore witness to a pair of hummingbirds in the midst of their courting dance. Fascinating, and choreographed as beautifully as professional ballerinas. The songs of loons, tanagers, robins, swallows sang me to sleep.

    A raven escorted me through a tree domed descending canyon road. His head moved from left to right and back, seemingly to take in the scenery from his vantage point. I watched as his torso twitched and turned to maintain his straight course. The precise body twists were in step with the tail feathers that would fan ever so slightly or gather themselves back in together to adjust his direction and speed. Seemingly unconcerned and simply enjoying the late afternoon light, the updrafts, and his flight he led me down the road. I mimicked his core body movements to lean into the sinewy curves, enjoying being one with the raven.

    Another time a hawk stopped in mid-air five feet from my helmeted head, hung still with wings up and claws down, head roving from side to side before turning back towards the direction from which he'd come just seconds before my helmet and his body would have collided! I could see individual feathers as his body hung. It was nearly enough to make my eyes involuntarily close at impact! Exhilarating!

    I pedaled my ElliptiGO this afternoon and smiled as a small sparrow led me over the neighborhood road ever so briefly. I loved watching her small body twist and dance as she veered off to find a tree from which to safely scold my encroachment.

    I have learned to work my core muscles as I have watched the bird flights as they have presented themselves to me. I grow stronger as nature unfolds the blinders from my eyes.
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