Saw one! I had read about mumurations and longed to witness this natural wonder somewhere in my lifetime. Who knew that place would be the hill?
First, a definition. A murmuration is a flock of birds flying together. Lots of birds. The flock dips, turns, splits into smaller groups, then merges. The patterns formed in the sky are wave-like, spiral-shaped, and varied. How they do this is a great mystery, but ornithologist Claudio Carere of Rome, Italy suggests that in addition to acoustic and visual cues, a bird may even use the tactile sense of onrushing air from close neighbors to help guide its direction.
Thousands (Mike and I are guessing starlings) flew over the hill cabin as we stood on the west-facing porch last evening, jaws dropping in stunned silence as a wave of wings shimmered over our heads. The hairs on my arms lifted with the fly-by breeze. We dashed through the cabin to the east-facing porch, where the show continued, the flock descending onto a fence row of trees. The branches bent with the weight of bird bodies.
The wing-generated-breeze whooshing across my arms returned me to Wednesday afternoon’s Alexander Technique class. Students were invited to ask themselves two questions:
1. What am I touching?
2. Where am I breathing?
These simple questions, offered by on-line colleague and AT teacher Lauren Hill, are intended to return us to what Mr. Alexander called The Self, the integrated Mind/Body.
Check in with yourself now and then. Notice what surfaces you are touching. Where does your body move with an inhalation? An exhalation? Glory in your design, which permits you to experience the world via your senses. Here’s to an alive day—–