A Scattering of Doves
Coming upon sunset, folks; Mountain Daylight Time - olde Chicago tune playing on XM Satellite radio "My Hour in the Shower" - hmmmmm, back in '68 there mighta been a feelin' like a true need for an hour long shower. Forty years? Right now it is right next door, along with copious proclaimin', big and strong, delivered from atop a standing stone. A young quail, we call him Dan.
My sweetheart's in the shower, as we speak, and I am watching the long shadows upon the desert floor. Last night I had a staff meeting at work, where we are having some problems that strongly encouch some ethnic tension. Sheesh! I sat on the couch just before heading to the meeting. Had ghost hunters, SciFi channel, on the TV, but the spooky thing was out front of the house. A group of ravens gathered in the road in front of the house. They call a group of ravens "an unkindness of ravens". Go figure, huh?! These big birds were just standing there, casting long shadows at dusk. After a while they all left except for two; who continued their occupation of the dirt road by smooching and preening. Sweet!!
As reported earlier, my faerie garden is really coming into shape! I've been continuing with the hard physical labor ...... and the birds are loving it. In addition to faerie critters I also aspired to attract mourning doves. Welllll, let me tell you, them doves did show up alright. Two, at first. Then four. Then six, then eight. Last Sunday night, at dusk, I went out to survey from the porch, to look eastward out toward the Pecos Wilderness. As I came into sight of the faerie garden a tremendous sound arose from the garden (about 50-55 feet down the slope of the arroyo). First one wave, then a second, I did my best to count 'em - there were, easily, 40 doves, or more, taking to flight due to fright: Dynamical Objects, calling my attention hence ;-) Beyond my wildest dreams - I'd only expected a few!
I've just begun to read a book from the incredible Umberto Eco: Kant and the Platypus - Essays on Language and Cognition. Semiosis, plain and simple ~ ummmmmm, that is a joke, y'all - it ain't too simple a't'all. I am relishing this addition to my foundational explorations of language, especially considerin' that dear olde Terence McKenna posited that we may well be immersed in language; as David Abram reflected upon so sweetly and eloquently. Alas, (heeheehee), I ramble.
Call it a night, I will. The veil is so very thin right now, and I added to that by creating a portal via the faerie garden. I think, maybe, that a portal is a vessal for fortified Portuguese wine. Not! Kidding, again. Bigtime dreamtime comms comin' through of late. Keep remembry on queue: try not to be astonished. Ooooohhhkay, then. Three dozen doves gave me the spiritual rush that started out this week. It made all the pride and prejudice MUCH easier to field, yup.
~ Ken
