Where I heard the call of a dove.
This morning I stopped and listened to the cooing of a dove. The gentle tone, so soft on the ears, evoked sudden compassion in me and my eyes moistened with emotion. What is it in a dove’s call that does that to you?
I’m convinced that when you begin to gaze into the heart and essence of nature, there is a hidden and non-codified morality that draws you irresistibly into its transforming presence.
I took a walk through the woods today and saw the sheer beauty of carpets and carpets of bluebells. The woods were dark, but dabbled with sunlight and mystery. I had the distinct feeling of not being alone. The woods have that affect on me. When I’m in them I always feel I’m surrounded by presence. I have no language to articulate it. It’s not an ominous thing, just a mysterious and beautiful presence.
Tramping through this Wintery scene I was touched by the different textures and colours surrounding me. I tried visualising a world without texture and colour and just couldn’t. The sheer miracle of course is that hidden deep in this texture and colour another reality resides. In two to three months time this reality will burst forth in a profusion of the lush greens and new life of Spring. I look forward to that.