As a small child I remember hearing the doves cooing, mostly on early summer evenings. With all the raucous chirping of the other birds I found their song somewhat haunting and sad. Their song always made me feel a bit disconcerted. It was as if they were in mourning. As night drew in at times the owl, somewhere in the distance, joined in the lament. Perhaps it was the day ending with the setting of the sun that made them feel sad. Thus are the ponderings of a small child.
Now that I am older and have endured some life traumas I find their songs calming. When I am searching for just a moment of respite from the chaos in my life I find myself listening for their subtle song,..that sweet perfect cooing. Just for that moment I can stop and breathe. Occasionally an owl joins the chorus. It still seems melancholy but now rather than sounding sad it soothes the achings of my heart. My sweet gentle doves that are singing their songs…songs that are present and in this moment…zen..calm…in this moment nothing else surfaces or matters…peaceful bliss…a few minutes to just be…
Life’s journey can be so exhausting at times. On gentle summer evenings…stop…listen…the doves are there singing to you to be still…calling to you to practice and follow their lead…to drown out the other incessant chirpings of life and “Just Be”.🪷🪷🪷
Reflections on Life’s Journeys 