I was at the dog park the other day watching a hawk fly… so high and graceful when just gliding with the air current. But when he would slightly move out of it he would falter, fighting to fly as he was going against the flow. Then he’d correct, again soaring high above effortlessly.   Right after seeing the hawk, I saw a hummingbird flitting about from here to there, stopping in the nearby trees adorned with the beady crimson berries. I thought, the hummingbird doesn’t tell the hawk how to fly, especially when delivering the message while both are flying. The butterfly nor the bee.   How come so much of creation can exist harmoniously and yet humans cannot? I feel it’s the…