A Male Northern Cardinal (Member of Family Cardinalidae along with Grosbeaks)
What if a hundred rose-breasted
grosbeaks
blew in circles around your head? What if
the mockingbird came into the house with you and
became your advisor? What if
the bees filled your walls with honey and all
you needed to do was ask them and they would fill
the bowl? What if the brook slid downhill
just
past your bedroom window so you could listen
to its slow prayers as you fell asleep? What
if
the stars began to shout their names, or to run
this way and that way above the clouds? What
if
you painted a picture of a tree, and the leaves
began to rustle, and a bird cheerful sang
from its painted branches? What if you
suddenly saw
that the silver of water was brighter than the
silver
of money? What if you finally saw
that the sunflowers, turning toward the sun all
day
and every day -- who knows how, but they do
it -- were
more precious, more meaningful than gold? - Mary Oliver
Just
this week I had a conversation with someone who asked "What is it you
want?" I answered: "I would have that singing cardinal come
down to the screened in porch where we are sitting and ask to be let in. Then
she would come sit on my arm and allow me to touch her." My friend suggested this would be against the
bird's telos and if a bird did such as this, we would lose his or her's
wildness. I believe my friend was
arguing that the bird is so very precious just the way she is, if we could but just
see her as such. I believe that I too was arguing the same thing. I just did so
by telling a fantasy story about a bird who desires to be with me, for that is all I
desire - to be with birds, to be birds. To be centered with such heart centered
awareness in every moment, that's how I would live!
How would you live if you could
see the beauty around you in every moment as if it were a fantastical dream, so
very wondrous because it is not a dream, but reality?
I believe my grandmother had such a relationship with birds. And the birds did not lose their wildness, it was my grandmother who had regained hers. We humans tend to forget that we are not separate from nature but rather are part of nature. It is in our forgetting that we then seek to dominate and control instead of realizing that we are part of the integral whole. If any part of that whole is injured, we are all injured. May we all remember our true relationship.
ReplyDeleteOh, I like that. We aren't taming the birds as much as they are wilding us.
ReplyDeleteHow goes your vacation? It'll be great to see you in Canton, MS in a month's or so time.
Hope,
LoraKim