"Heyho, lets go afar at sea, Heyho”

Shht...One moment before I was approaching those gathered Cormorants and Gulls as silently and slowly as I could. Many black “shags” standing in rows, hanging out their broad wings. Some were coming some were going. On one of my pictures you can see someone with a dog coming near. And hush, they felt the danger and flew up. And here I’m standing in the middle of that grey sand desert trying to catch in standstill this momentaneous change of resting form into moving formation. What a paradoxical situation full of impossibilities. But they are flying in a still changing “Gestalt”, heading into an invisible direction.

Not all of them were flying out over the broad sea. Immediately from within the shock, that shooting into action, a few Cormorants took a different direction into the dunes, where their nestling trees are standing at the border of hidden dune-lakes. Were they driven into that direction? Or did they have already their stomachs stuffed? Perhaps all of them were just picking up the direction of flight track which they had interrupted to take a break, to gather and rest and dry and exchange their experience on rich fishing grounds...Perhaps, some Cormorant expert could tell us more.

That moment of shock, the sudden take off from rest into movement, from drying into flying, this explosion of changing rhythms, forms, dancing and opening new Gestalts, is exactly that originary moment of opening the creative acting, be it in a brush stroke, a poetic line, a musical intro, touching into clay. From being that resting Cormorant hanging out your wings into jumping up and beating the wind with your flying rhythm, singing a fisher friends song, “Heyho, lets go afar at sea, Heyho.” From In-Between Being & Becoming we jump&fall&flow into the vital rhythms of our deepest Song.