I saw the dove through my window again today – a very healthy silver-white dove perched in the tree right outside the room where I work and
write. Later it rained, and he or she was joined by a mate. I’m a little
surprised to see them. The tree has just been trimmed, had branches sawed down to
avoid telephone wires, and it was looking rather stark--as a tree in winter
tends to look, even in these warmer climes. Perhaps the doves have been stopping there all
the time, and now that the tree is barer I’m able to see them.
It’s as if nature is whispering to me: prune the branches, clear the
clutter, release the unnecessary. Then the creative fervor within you will
alight on the lean branch of this restive season, present and plump in the
rain.
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