intuition

i noticed several flocks of geese littering the sky in the familiar V-formation this evening.  my first thought was, is it that time already?  and my second was to remember my childhood fascination with the wonders of bird migration.  i would think, how do they just.. know when it's time to go?  or where they're going?  or to even go at all?  my teacher told me it was all instinctual from the changes in the season, and the whole idea seemed mystical to me.

when i think about it, it is pretty incredible that we witness these natural patterns taking place around us like clockwork.  the leaves will change to brilliant colors, the crispness in the air will return, and some birds will fly to warmer climates.  seasons come and go, but innately they stay the same; the timing, the structure, the organization, the subtle mysteries of the earth that will always remain subtle mysteries.

sometimes i wonder if you could say this about people too.  our circumstances and surroundings could change, but are we essentially the same as we were when we were little, enchanted by notions that birds knew where to go when it turned cold?  if we stripped away all the layers, would we recognize ourselves at the core?

nature, at least, has taught me 2 things: trust my instincts and stay true to oneself.