August 6, 2014
The graceful Great White Egret stands poised, its gaze intent. The egret moves with purpose, it is methodical in its search for prey, as it combs the salt marsh looking for food. Its movements are dance like, it stretches, turns, crouches, flutters its wings like a dancer lifting their arms, it hops and balances on one leg, and then poises again in perfect position.
There is a strength in the Great White Egret that defies gravity as it lifts up into the air with its long, yet delicately feathered wings and flies off in search of better hunting or perhaps to return its rookery at the end of the day.
I see my own intensity in the countenance of the egret–seeking, searching, looking for tidbits of knowledge and understanding hidden in the landscape of wisdom. Nature is the heart of the seeking soul. It rejuvenates the weary wanderer in all of us.
