Birds and Flight

I am captivated by the flight of birds, especially when they are soaring and appear to be playing as they swoop and circle, dive and swing back up on currents of air. Their movement seems playful and joyful.

Years ago, I lived in Boulder, Colorado, and would watch gliders moving in a similar pattern, though magnified in size and less agile, but still that look of suspension in the air, supported by the 
unseeable. To think of the weight of human body and glider supported by the invisible…

My mind and the weight of thoughts and emotions is supported by the infinite, undefinable, holding me up nonetheless.

Traditional beliefs have it that birds travel between heaven and earth. Are these soaring birds waiting for a message, or to carry a lost soul forth? I’ve lost a good friend, and trust he is riding the wind until his soul is soothed enough to move on.