The osprey is one of nature’s wonders. It is the great honor that I had fortune to hang out with these wonderful beauties over the last several months. The fact that this particular family is doing okay is a testament to their loyalty to one another, despite a tragedy of human ignorance, and the senseless killing of one of these magnificent beauties, the father. From what I know the father plays an integral role in feeding their young until they are able to take care of themselves. The mother’s usually stay in the nest with them, to make sure they are not taken by the trickster crows and other possible threats to the young osprey. I watched these birds grow and the mother teach each of her youngsters hunting techniques. The mother would dive bomb and the young one after the other mimicking their mother, constant practice, over and over again. Each day they would glide down the shoreline, practicing their flight and wing movement. Unbelievable magic. This is also a story of perseverance, and the will to continue to find their way living within a world dominated and complicated by us humans. We are such a strange specie, and how we individually interact with environments changes from one human to another. After observing my winged friends make it over the last several months I wonder if we as humans have the capacity to act together like the osprey family, even when bestowed with some kind of tragedy, such as the loss of a father at a crucial age. Is it possible to soar high above and see the Earth with the eyes of an osprey and to take from that a lesson on how to be human, and how to interact with all living beings, no matter what our previous experience, or what our past might tell us, or our conditioned mind. I observed the osprey only take from the environment what it needed to survive. It makes me think of being in rhythm with it’s environment and living within its means. I have so much to learn. With so many ideas, concepts and recipes being broadcast in my sensory systems thru human channels, no fault to anyone in particular, we are all part of it, it is no wonder that I have lost touch with the natural human in me, the wild human,the same human that left me messages in cave walls to remind me of my primordial self. This seems practical to me, and in a world of ever increasing use and reliance on technology, is it also a matter of balancing those innovations with what I know, which is to say, Being in tune with primordial and fostering that as much as possible while in this modern variation.
This rambling brought to you by the road, being ‘on the road’. May we all find our way through this lifetime well.
fotoMahaloness -infographic neo cave digi docu files, look closely, the details are between the lines.
What would the world be without beauty?
