In previous posts, I have alluded to the intense bird imagery our family has used, and how Dad was often referred to as a Great Grey Owl. I’ve also made reference for the near suffocating bird imagery we experienced leading up to this summer’s tragic events.
At many times during the drive yesterday, I tried reaching out to Dad, desperate for a sign of presence. Something, anything. I wondered if there was none to be found, or if perhaps I had missed something in my distracted emotional state. I tried to find peace in the sunshine that guided me home.
The morning after, I went to my page a day Audubon calendar that features an assortment of nature scenes. In between wanderlust dreamscapes living creatures are sometimes featured. I turned the page.
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The scientific mind, immediately activated, tried to rationalize. What are the astronomical odds vs a “the fortune cookie couldn’t possibly know what you need” (ie the calendar is premade) sort of My Dinner With Andre-esque conversation launched in my head.
Still, I remind myself of civilization’s highly limited knowledge and understanding of the world around us. I’ve had many personal experiences demonstrating a seeming malleability – or at least a resonance of energy – that seems to ripple throughout (and somehow influence) space and time. We don’t know more than we do know. And I find some peace and comfort with that.