Sorcha, and all leaders...

There was a lovely documentary about geese where a man hatched out some wild geese and then taught them to fly with his ultralight after they had imprinted on him and his plane as Mom and they grew up.

At the end of the film there was a close up of how hard they work to beat their wings even on wingbeat, a shot right out of the cockpit at the face of a goose inches away, every facial muscle on that little goose face WORKING, and then you could see it tire and before failing the next one would move up and the first leader would fade back, coasting to a position where they could keep going and yet rest.

I think it was called "Come On Geese."

Sometimes I can feel my friends (and Jesus) taking that headwind for me and sometimes I know I'm taking it for the next one coming behind. We all get where we're going. Isn't that a lovely image?

Again, the rippling struggle of the beating bird to keep up with the ultralight and the wind... sometimes resting by surfing under the crest of the wave that runs over the wing of the ultralight, pausing just momentarily and then redoubling effort till the next leader can move up. Someone always being in front, even though I bet from in the middle of the flock you can't see the leader, you just assume it's there.