Murmurating - April 5, 2016

There was a flock of shore birds dancing, choreographed formations of twisting, morphing fusiform shapes around my similarly shaped boat this morning. Is there a why to this dance? As if there is ever a why to a dance. First time I've been so close to that action over the water.

When life is murmurating, or I am murmurating with life is when it feels good, true, and beautiful ... and easy. So is it possible to murmurate even with difficulties?

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