This was riveting. Intimate and vivid. I felt this, in particular: “It wasn’t envy, exactly, though that was part of it. It was something like grief for an experience I could never have, mixed with gratitude that I could at least witness it.” Beautiful.
Thank you, Julie. Birds are special creatures. To fly as a human requires a certain amount of concentration that leaves you quite tired at times. Birds seem to do this with no effort at all.
“… the turn wasn’t a mechanical compromise between lift and gravity, calculated and executed. It was a conversation with the wind, spoken in a language I could not hear. “
I mean thank you!! The sky has always been my mental and heart savior. Room to be,breathe and dream. Birds are a more recent gift, allowing me to witness and therefore embody the experience of moving in and with and through sky, with warmth and wind!
This is beautifully written and for a time you are in the cockpit of that plane seeing and feeling what the pilot felt.
If we could all just fly free like that hawk and feel so connected to our true place in nature. You describe beautifully something that could only be felt on a deep conscience level. Thank you.
This was riveting. Intimate and vivid. I felt this, in particular: “It wasn’t envy, exactly, though that was part of it. It was something like grief for an experience I could never have, mixed with gratitude that I could at least witness it.” Beautiful.
Thank you, Julie. Birds are special creatures. To fly as a human requires a certain amount of concentration that leaves you quite tired at times. Birds seem to do this with no effort at all.
This is absolutely gorgeous, Ken. And thank you for your extremely generous words.
Thank you, Chloe. Your Substack is one of the few I look forward to reading.
“… the turn wasn’t a mechanical compromise between lift and gravity, calculated and executed. It was a conversation with the wind, spoken in a language I could not hear. “
I accidentally sent that other one.
I mean thank you!! The sky has always been my mental and heart savior. Room to be,breathe and dream. Birds are a more recent gift, allowing me to witness and therefore embody the experience of moving in and with and through sky, with warmth and wind!
Thank you, Carole! Birds are truly fantastic little creatures.
This is beautifully written and for a time you are in the cockpit of that plane seeing and feeling what the pilot felt.
If we could all just fly free like that hawk and feel so connected to our true place in nature. You describe beautifully something that could only be felt on a deep conscience level. Thank you.
Thank you, Mom. I do miss flying, especially at night. The sky is truly a special place where peace is easy to find.
Track you Ken, and Chloe!