Yesterday while I was swimming, a black crow landed upon the pool gate. I stopped to admire him, different shades of dark purple and black. I continued watching him and started sending love his way. He turned and looked at me for a moment and then went back to whatever crows do while sitting on a gate, probably looking for food. I continued to watch him until he swooped to the ground to find some tasty morsel. I wondered if he (or she) had felt the love I had sent their way. As I was walking back to my apartment, I started laughing at how much joy that crow had given me, but had I been a farmer and he was in my cornfield, how different I would have felt.
This morning while swimming, a black crow flew to the concrete next to the pool. I again stopped swimming, watched and sent love, wondering if it was the same crow, and had it felt me and come for more love? The crow took a couple of sips from water that had gotten into the concrete cracks and I continued to watch it. As soon as my attention was taken from somewhere else, the crow flew off. It got me to wondering, why do we visit the same places over and over? Is it the familiarity, a feeling that we get when we visit, thinking of some long ago memory of how we felt when we visited before? There is so much to this big wide world, but I find myself always visiting the same 5 blocks. The same grocery stores, same coffee shops etc. Yes, it is convenient for me, and I do dislike driving around town in traffic, but I guess not so much so that I live out in the boonies. I used to. I remember when the kids were smaller, we lived outside of Fredericksburg about 20 minutes, and on rainy days, I would take them to the local Wal-Mart. It was before they made it a Super one. We would get a pretzel and drink and go up and down the aisles, and I would let them play with the toys a little while, usually letting them each pick out a small one to take home. The Wal-Mart had sky lights, so even though it was rainy outside, it was still brighter than our trailer house, and it gave us something to do,
Something to do. What does that mean? We feel so compelled in our existence to "do" something, to be remembered, to try and ensure that our moment in this space and time is noted by somebody, something. I do not know why I had the feeling to send the crow love. And maybe it was sending me love and I was so enjoying it, I got the opinion that I was the one doing it. And it was a moment between us, the crow and me. Where did the love come from? Me? The crow? Does it matter? I have to believe that the Love was permeating around us, that Love is the Creator, the creation, all in one, and I for a brief moment in time and space, captured the frequency of Love and allowed it to move inside me and then let it go on its merry way. If only I could live each moment bathed in this Love, and yet I am, I am just not aware of it, so my prayer, my invocation, my song would be to always be aware of the Love that permeates within me and all around me.
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