“Of all natural patterns, the one I think that moves me most, is the sight of a flock of wild geese.” — – Lyall Watson, Beyond Supernature: A New Natural History of the Supernatural.
Of all natural patterns, the one I think that moves me most, is the sight of a flock of wild geese.
A single goose passing high overhead carries with it a sense of freedom and adventure. “He is,” in the words of Hal Borland, “the yearning and the dream, the search and the wonder, the unfettered foot and the wind’s-will wing.”
But a complete formation of geese is, for me, the epitome of wanderlust. Each one leaves me, no matter what I happen to be doing, wondering how long it will take me to pack my bags. And it’s not just migratory restlessness, the knowledge that by dawn the flock will be in other climes. I don’t feel the same way about swallows. There’s something about the goose formation itself, that arrowhead symbol of limitless horizons, that hints at appropriate and meaningful adaptation. A sense not only of going somewhere…
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