The Pidgeon is an older form of spelling; however the pigeon is a very well known bird and one of my first SHACK'S were about a pigeon and squirrel which roam about my garden.
The curtains are drawn in my bedroom where there is a Bellicon rebounder and I stand and gently bounce, actually I do not bounce as such I do what is named the 'health bounce' a gentle knees bend which activates the mat and one rises up and down without the feet leaving the mat.
However as I gaze out of the window of which are two large opening bay windows I see the pigeons picking at the grass and then flying off and their jerky walks and head movements show their alertness and sensitivity.
I know biologically how their wings and lightweight bone structure which is strong and enables them to fly and is incorporated in aircraft design and elsewhere.
I feel so privileged and honoured to witness life so natural and even knowing the biology and all that it does or not do and does not make an iota of difference to my feelings, its head stuff and maybe an intellectual buzz, a smug I know aren't I clever, that I can show off sometime. No, to just look and watch without reason, simply to be still and alert, I feel a wonder, yes I know all the biology and that, but how does the beautiful being have life, move and have its being in the same Earth and space as I inhabit but of course in distance between us.
I move as the pigeon in our own ways, we are enlivened by exactly what; oh yes, science says and explains its energy, food, instinct and so on NAY, there is something so fine and missed in this and explanation and reason deaden the senses to the shared joy, the marvel, the sheer miracle of the creation and birth and that which is behind it all, the ineffable wonder of LIFE, this is the every basic bare rock bottom, this is Life in action, life the motivator and essence, the fount of creation, the clear primal spring and it cannot be found in a post mortem, no matter how fine you cut it up and put the pieces in a scanning electron microscope and all the explanation the academics come up with.
This is the life I share with all of Creation, it is beyond definition and logic, yet I feel it, the joy of living and movement and at rest the running river of being, breathing which I can alter but not control, the automatic breath and pulse, the seasons, the pigeon who feels this as I do and because the pigeon does not have an ego as large as me, the pigeon is a pure channel(as long as I do not scare them off and scar them with my anger) a pure channel for nature to express itself through and of course the blocked channel stuffed and puffed up by my ego.
This then is the joy of life to be still and know that life is within me and to know in that stillness Life animates the pigeon and I.
SHACK
I profoundly thank the squirrels, pigeons and trees for conveying to me their essence and teaching me what life is all about, These beautiful beings like all of nature offer themselves in sacrifice to feed us and their predatory role in nature.(SHACK)
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