Poetic Murmuration of Birds

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I never stop being fascinated form and pattern in nature, the phenomenon of entrainment in particular. How do individuals acting on a few local cues create such fascinating forms of emergent order?

The collective actions of ants, birds, fish, and human beings, I believe, exhibit patterns that are smarter and more beautiful than those of any single individual.

So here’s a meditation for the political season, when we seek to coalesce, to make new patterns, turning individual actions into collective ones, for the good of the whole. May all beings be free from suffering.

Murmuration of BirdsPoetic Murmuration of Birds in the Netherlands (by Herbert Schroer)

Posted by Fubiz on Monday, February 1, 2016


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I’m going through some changes.

My web presence in particular.

After years of inconsistent blogging at sdefreitastimmons.wordpress.com, I’ve decided to try my hand at something that feels less like work and more like play. I’ve decided to call that something The Big Idea.

Stay tuned for details!

The Big Idea

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I’m full of big ideas. Maybe you are too. This blog is a space to share trains of thought with no particular destination, focused on the larger context.

I’ll be exploring various mediums here, including audio and video, and will occasionally include new creative work as well.

As ever, I welcome your thoughts and comments.

“And therefore, all of those for whom authentic transformation has deeply unseated their souls must, I believe, wrestle with the profound moral obligation to shout from the heart—perhaps quietly and gently, with tears of reluctance; perhaps with fierce fire and angry wisdom; perhaps with slow and careful analysis; perhaps by unshakable public example—but authenticity always and absolutely carries a a demand and duty: you must speak out, to the best of your ability, and shake the spiritual tree, and shine your headlights into the eyes of the complacent. You must let that radical realization rumble through your veins and rattle those around you.”Ken Wilbur, One Taste