Deep in thought over my book research, I drove down the street. Suddenly before me I saw a bare, but well-branched, tree hosting a covey of mourning doves. I took the time to really notice them although they have nothing to do with my book. I learned that important lesson last month from the Small Stones exercises, but also from watching Robin Williams’ movies 😉 (Dead Poets Society). Carpe diem, I thought to myself. I would seize a moment before I scurried back into the murky recesses of my mind.
The birds reminded me of Teresa’s comment on one of my posts the other day that she thought obsessions for trees and for birds might be connected.
My observation on seeing the birds against the clear sky was that they signify hope and faith in the wheel of life and how spring will rise to the fore again.