25/09/2026
First, there were two.
And now there are five.
Tiny swallows, gathering on the wires as if pausing between worlds, resting their wings before setting off again toward warmer skies.
In the last few days they have begun their long journey south, perhaps thousands of miles in search of warmth, food, shelter and the promise of another season.
There really is something quietly amazing about them.
They do not know how far they must fly.
They do not know what weather waits beyond the horizon.
They simply know when it is time to go and they go.
They leave behind what is familiar and trust the ancient wisdom carried in their wings. They cross immense distances with nothing but instinct, endurance and the certainty that somewhere beyond the cold, there will be warmth again.
There is resilience in that.
A reminder that strength does not always look like certainty. Sometimes it looks like taking flight when the way ahead is unknown.
Sometimes it is simply continuing one small movement, one breath, one mile at a time....one day at a time.
So the next time we find ourselves thinking, I can't do this, its too far, it's too difficult, I don't know how I'll get there, perhaps we can look up and remember the swallow.
Remember those tiny wings carrying a body so small across an enormous sky.
Let their courage settle quietly into us.
Perhaps we too are capable of travelling farther than we imagine of leaving the familiar, enduring the winds, finding our way through the uncertainty and arriving eventually, somewhere warm.
Sometimes resilience is nothing more complicated than this:
Take flight.
Trust your wings.
And keep going.
I'll miss their acrobatics each morning and the joy they bring but then again I know their energies remain within.
