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SPIRITUALITY
Touching The Mind Of God
The brief moments of eternity that remind us who we truly are
The wild geese shock me out of my torpor. Their cries of freedom lift my mind from where I sit hunched over my desk, tap-tapping away at my latest project. For a long moment, it almost seems that a half-forgotten scrap of my spirit flies with them, buffeted by the winter gales, calling out to each other in unbridled joy as the moonlight glances off our wings.
Then they are gone and I fall back to my writing, the clatter of keys the only sound to break the empty silence of my shadowed study.
There’s an ancient magic in the cries of wild geese which has the capacity to stir our own inner wildness, the freedom that soars deep within the soul.
As a teenager growing up on a council estate in the north of England, I could scarcely have imagined that one day I would live in a place that was also home to wild geese, buzzards, ravens and peregrine falcons. That younger version of me, obsessed with nature, wildlife and birding, would have been thrilled at the idea.
Then again, that lusty, windblown youth, who spent so much time outdoors, exploring the woods and streams, yomping around the moors or camping and hiking in the mountains at every opportunity, would no…
