A HUGE part of the quandary I create for myself is my (so far) inability to peacefully accept that I was born into exactly this time period, into this particular segment of the evolution of the species I am a member of. Yet I also understand that if every person was entirely content to remain aware of only that which is known and practiced by our species nobody would dream, nobody would hope, nobody would even be able to GUESS that there IS A BETTER WAY – not just for a selected few of us, but for all of us.
Given that my right brain hemisphere remains the most dominate for me over the two brain hemispheres we have been blessed with as humans, I now draw on a very clear, very sensual, and very relevant image that seems to have rested within my awareness this morning.
One of my most glorious series of childhood memories is of the wild Canadian geese, the Honkers, as they migrated south in the season of Alaska’s fall. While I know they also migrated north in the spring, that flight pattern evidently did not exist directly over our homestead mountain.
I didn’t, as a child and teen, wait for this event to happen. I didn’t think ahead that way. But every time this happened my innermost essence stopped to pay the closest attention that I could to what was happening during these most special moments in time.
Always it began with my first hearing – like a remembered glimmer of a shimmer – of the faintest whispers of the sound of these grand birds announcing their coming from the north with their calls. I stopped in the yard and breathlessly waited as the sound of the honking became louder and louder and LOUDER.
Suddenly high above the outline of the highest mountain peaks behind our homestead the first goose appeared against a brilliant blue sky, followed in formation by thousands of birds.
They flew fast. They flew with instinctual determination. They flew without err, taking a period of some minutes for the end of the back, final, wide end of this gigantic “V” to appear over the mountain’s ridge.
My heart danced with fundamental delight THEN at the sound and the sight of these birds, just as it does now in my memory.
I know things as an adult that of course I did not know when I was that young. I know that the strongest bird always flies at the front of the “V”, that the shape of the pattern itself allows maximum distance to be covered at maximum speed with the least amount of effort possible. Wingtip to wingtip the bodies placed this way allow the wind to flow like invisible gossamer silk on down the entire length of the “V.”
I know that no matter how powerful, how fit, how superior any lead bird started out to be, it is mortal. It will tire. It will expend itself for the good of the entire flock until it eventually and naturally, without question or shame, gives up its heroic and vital place in the flock and falls, falls, falls not DOWN but BACK to the tail-end of this fascinating, dignified, impressive, most memorable gathering of birds in flight.
And – then this job falls to the next most powerful bird in the lineup – and on they all travel south over many mountains, over many thousands of miles.
I also know that migrating birds are designed to be able to travel incredible lengths of time, as well, without needing to sleep. I know this can happen for the same reason sharks don’t sleep: There is nothing, absolutely NOTHING unusual happening that their brains would need to process. “No sleep necessary or required.”
On they go. Year after year, season after season – the constant from my perspective was ME, the one watching, the one with feet planted upon the earth covering the great stone of the mountain while the migrating “V” stretched itself across the Eagle River Valley as their lead goose vanished over the crest of the mountain ridge on the other side.
About 15 years after I had left home, left Alaska, I had a dream that I lived near a far northern village in Alaska. Only there was a city there, lots of people residing therein.
One day I was outside in the dream and I heard clearly the faintest sound of a thundering flock of Canadian honkers migrating south. I knew their flight path would cross over the ground slightly outside the collection of buildings that defined the edge of this city. I stood in awe watching – and then I saw the miracle!
These thousands of geese were flying not in their common “V” pattern. They were approaching from far to the north in the shape of a perfect 5-pointed star!
I gasped in amazement, turned and raced to the city, running through throngs of people going about their late afternoon routines – as I yelled at them as loudly as I could, “Come! Come see this!! The geese are coming, and they are flying in the shape of a perfect 5-pointed star.”
Nobody – absolutely NOBODY – cared!!!!
I knew I had to give up trying to find anyone to come with me. If I didn’t return NOW to watch them I would miss what I knew was perhaps the greatest miracle I would ever be a part of.
So I did. Alone I watched this massive formation of some of the most impressive birds God has seen to create flew exactly over my head as they disappeared to the south.
It’s a common and familiar saying that “a chain is only as strong as its weakest link.” Perhaps no matter the size of a migrating flock of birds their travel is limited by the pace of the weakest birds flying.
At this juncture in time that God chose to pop me into in the river’s flow of the life of my flock of humanity, there still seems to be a great many weak links. Someone like Dr. Allan Schore, as reflected in his writing, is a ‘pinnacle’ human being – a leader of the “V” of humanity traveling forward at its crippled yet still moving pace.
It is my belief that if everyone who has any concerns whatsoever about the well-being of humans and how that well-being is either created in great degrees or all but destroyed by the quality of human attachments – READ and studied these three books I post links to below – 99.9% of our questions about what goes RIGHT with humans and what goes WRONG – and why – and how we can prevent the WRONG and improve on the RIGHT – can be clearly understood.
We would all then be strengthened to be a leader of our flock in every and any way possible as needed.
Read and study – difficult BOOKS? No? Let’s all just play helpless victim. Let’s all just act plain lazy and stupid.
After all, what does any of this actually matter?
And then there’s also compassion, patience and wisdom…….
I doubt there is a better book on the planet for understanding attachment and its critical role in building human beings from their foundation forward!!
The Attachment Connection: Parenting a Secure and Confident Child Using the Science of Attachment Theory by Ruth Newton PhD and Allan Schore PhD (Jun 1, 2008)
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