Something very cool happened yesterday evening. My husband, David and I went to a Senior Citizen Center for David to take a Viennese waltz lesson. While he was taking the lesson I strolled through Wickham park in Melbourne, Florida.
During my walk I noticed two red sandhill cranes near a lakelet digging diligently for their supper with their long, dark ditch-digging beaks. They seemed oblivious to me as I stood looking down from a small hill.
I started intoning the Om. The Cosmic sound of Om rippled across the elfin pond disappearing into
the green sanctuary of Florida sand pines, diamond oak and tall wispy grasslands. I could feel the atmosphere becoming saturated with the Holy music of The Om.
Apparently the Red Sandhill cranes were also in tune with this mystic syllable. Much to my surprise and delight the pair stopped foraging and turned towards me with an alert look. Entranced by the sound of the Om they climbed the embankment then ambled curiously towards me. The cranes paused about 6 feet from where I stood like the pied piper crooning the Om.
After awhile the dominant crane opened his beak and started to chant along with me. It was a strange duet to say the least. The crane attempting to intone The Om produced a saw-like trumpeting sound that reverberated through the park boomeranging back.
This went on for about 10 minutes a sweet communion with nature that demonstrated how connected we all are. Suddenly the two cranes lowered their red foreheads, long necks pointing straight ahead, they opened their wings and flapped upward with stringy black legs trailing behind in flight. I watched as they vanished in the dense forest preserve.
Purple and blue shades of twilight blanketed the sleepy forestland. Softly singing a song I had learned in camp I bid the beautiful park adieu:
"Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills, from the sky;
All is well, safely rest, God is nigh."
During my walk I noticed two red sandhill cranes near a lakelet digging diligently for their supper with their long, dark ditch-digging beaks. They seemed oblivious to me as I stood looking down from a small hill.
I started intoning the Om. The Cosmic sound of Om rippled across the elfin pond disappearing into
the green sanctuary of Florida sand pines, diamond oak and tall wispy grasslands. I could feel the atmosphere becoming saturated with the Holy music of The Om.
Apparently the Red Sandhill cranes were also in tune with this mystic syllable. Much to my surprise and delight the pair stopped foraging and turned towards me with an alert look. Entranced by the sound of the Om they climbed the embankment then ambled curiously towards me. The cranes paused about 6 feet from where I stood like the pied piper crooning the Om.
After awhile the dominant crane opened his beak and started to chant along with me. It was a strange duet to say the least. The crane attempting to intone The Om produced a saw-like trumpeting sound that reverberated through the park boomeranging back.
This went on for about 10 minutes a sweet communion with nature that demonstrated how connected we all are. Suddenly the two cranes lowered their red foreheads, long necks pointing straight ahead, they opened their wings and flapped upward with stringy black legs trailing behind in flight. I watched as they vanished in the dense forest preserve.
Purple and blue shades of twilight blanketed the sleepy forestland. Softly singing a song I had learned in camp I bid the beautiful park adieu:
"Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills, from the sky;
All is well, safely rest, God is nigh."
Very sweet!
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