Riding the wind

The wind is getting up, again. 75 mph winds predicted. It’s quite exposed here. What amazes me the most, at this moment anyway, is how the birds seem to manage to negotiate it. From the tiniest to the largest (which is quite a difference round here) they take to the skies. Because they have to to survive. What masters of the air they are! I see them flashing past the windows at speed, carried by the wind, focussed on riding it and arriving at the destination they set out for. That’s quite some skill.

A couple of winters ago I saw a seagull airsurfing. He stayed in the same position, aloft, for ages, making tiny minor adjustments to his wings and body to stay there. Then, he misjudged and the wind took him. What was especially interesting was that he circled around and came back to the same spot, to repeat the experience, which he did for some time. He was as expert a surfer as any of those who ride the sea there, and it’s one of the most challenging and dangerous beaches in Cornwall.

This reveals two things to me:

1 We underestimate other creatures, by a long way. Or perhaps better stated we overestimate ourselves.

2 Times are windy, stormy. We cannot avoid that reality. But how do we deal with it? Do we do our best to learn the art of difficult flight? Or resort to other behaviours which seem, from this perspective, delusional and harmful?



4 thoughts on “Riding the wind

  1. In many ways we wear blinkers, both to Jonathan above and from kindergarten onwards. Blinkers, one assumes, were to stop the horse from bolting and keep him focussed on the furrow. (rut) Stable was the best place during a storm.

    Machine has taken over and many still believe that is all we are. Consider the lilies of the field. How much more so are we?

    Incredible story this :

    • Inspiring story. It’s disturbing how very blinkered we can be, and how extreme we can get to prevent those blinkers from being removed. It can be tempting to get too forceful to achieve that aim, but that is almost invariably counter-productive. The bearer clutches their blinkers tight whilst trying to rip them from others eyes.

      The storm was inevitable, as is its eventual breaking. May we fly better and love more as a result.

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