A Simple Reflection

Birds have always fascinated me To see them brings me great joy, and in so doing connects me to spirit. Nothing exists in that moment but focused attention and a great welling up of emotion ( excitement, joy, connection ) in my heart. I always feel priviledged to be allowed to see them ... to have a glimpse into a piece of their world. I say thankyou before I move on. This piece of writing describes one actual and amazing encounter


Making our way through the woods on snowshoe, a small body of still water becomes visible through the trees. On the far bank a dipper is bobbing and pecking. I am spellbound, watching. The line where shore and water meet is so exact, as if drawn. It divides two worlds, the real and the reflected; the water a perfect mirror. Another bird moves in exact unison. Like dancers or skaters, their actions are choreographed, beak touching beak, then separating. I watch them both for quite some time.
A moment of inattention and she is lost from view, so well does her color match that of the rocks. But I find her in the reflected world. She would not have been visible but for the reflecton she cast.
As she steps into the water the images somehow merge; this new line between them less defined. Then, further merging in a dive, they both dissapear, the spell broken. Radha