Have you ever seen a flock of birds fly?
Have you noticed how they swiftly pivot in and out of the shapes they synchronise in the sky?!
Have you ever wondered, why they do that?

I’ve read that it’s called a ‘murmuration’; A signal of defiance and an allegiance they form for protection. I wonder— How do their wings manage to dance like that? How do their minds, their voices, and their bodies, weave together like that from such distance?
I watch them from afar as they fly from each tree, to the sky and then to their kin. They fly with meaning and not with purpose. They fly together because they know each one of them is loved. They fly with purpose when they know they have no access to meaning. But only disaster and a larger number of predators could cause that.

Birds are like women, because women are like birds, and are regarded that way by men;
Something lovely to look at, admire and manage— but if they step out of line, there will be disaster— there is always disaster and there is always survival. Birds are protected to an extent— but so are women, they say. I ask, but why?!

How many disasters caused that; How many defiant women, like birds— just wanting to live their birthright, to fly, to be free and to exist, the way they individually want to?! That could never be a disaster for women— it would finally mean, life.

© Lois Christina