I was running really late this morning...and I had to hustle to my auction! As I walked out the door I heard the squaking and cawing of a large group of crows--this was not usual for our neighborhood--these were big (sorry, ugly, nasty looking guys). I looked for the source of all this commotion and spotted a beautiful fawn-colored pigeon in the grass. I though he might be injured and I could perhaps save him from the circling crows. As I carefully walked towards him, he rose up with his dead mate grasped tightly. My heart became at once heavy. How dare we humans think that we are the only species that truly loves. How arrogant, narcissistic.
We are called to love and connect--all existence loves or shrivels. I am so grateful for this sweet reminder.
I didn't buy anything at auction--after my gift of seeing true love and faithfulness--it all seemed like fluff.
Blessings for the day.
Mary & Jones & Cole