These birds are found pretty much all over the region, but I never saw any of them here before. I’d like to think this is a good sign!
My wife and I tend to pay attention to animal omens. Seeing a hawk or a raven at a propitious moment is a big deal for us. It happens so often, so pointedly, that it can’t be coincidence. I don’t believe in coincidence, anyway. The other day I read a long rationalization about why miracles don’t exist, because the statistical probability of something occurring outside the normal framework of our lives, while quite tiny, does exist within the mathematical model. To which I say, what is the point of “explaining away” something that appears to defy explanation?
There’s another shot of these at FotoFeed
I think I know: it’s fear…
Fear of being cracked open. Fear of losing it. Fear of happiness. Fear of Love, basically.
We don’t want to admit that there’s something beyond our carefully delineated but miserable little patch of existence. And yet, as I’ve said a thousand times, everything we see, feel, touch, taste, or think ultimately comes down to pulsations of energy in the brain.* Hell, even “the brain” is a freaking concept — another THOUGHT! Oh sure, cut my head open, and there’s a brain, see it? With what, your eyes? Radiant energy stimulating an optic nerve that sends a pulse of electricity to your so-called brain, and then you “see”! It’s not out there, it’s in your head. Everything is inside your head. The whole bloody UNIVERSE is inside your head, so to speak. I first read an explanation of that in a dog-eared paperback by Alan Watts many years ago, while sitting in my 8 x 16 foot shack in the Arkansas Ozarks, and I’ve never been the same since. He fucking got me with that.
There’s no way to prove, you see, that any THING is “out there,” because we only perceive IN HERE… If you roll that around your mind for just a minute or two, it wrecks you completely, because ultimately, nothing is quantifiable except in our dreams. Our daily, walking dreams… And believe it or not, this helps me through the day. I remember it sometimes when building up a good rage over politics or the physical circumstances of my life. It helps me in the dentist’s chair. It calms me whenever I find something to be upset about — if I remember, that is. And then? And then you jump right back in!
So say hello to the doves this morning and hug the one you love.
(Happy Valentine’s Day from the terrible high desert!)
UPDATE: While “white-winged doves” has a very nice ring to it, that’s not what these are (rats). Rather, they are Eurasian collared doves, which is a terrible thing to call anyone. Nonetheless, that’s what they be.
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Hi John,
I like the bird shot, but those are Eurasian Collared-Doves, not White-winged Doves. I’m surprised to see them that far west.
You’re right! Thank you!
BUT….Doves STILL symbolize “PEACE”….and THAT should be a Welcome Omen ANYTIME!!
Steve
and Great Foto’s too btw!!