The Pigeon Tree, pictured here shortly before daybreak, is where the Wood Pigeons settle, keep lookout, preen, warm up at dawn, jostle, joust, coo, woo, flirt and mate.
Yesterday, cold or not, a pigeon pair was making love on the same horizontal branch they all prefer.
The Pigeon Tree looks fast asleep. But in truth, the roots are out of sight, busy with symbiotic fungal activity. At the cell boundaries of the millions of root hairs, new nourishment is being created.
As the days lengthen, so signals from the silence in the tree will be travelling down, and up will begin the dance of Spring. All new as new again.
So it is with the stillnesses I am subject to.
No new impulses, nothing to report. I pass in a car and I am the hitch hiker I see at the side of the road.
I do not know where my journey will go next.
My mind often plays the Mind Card on which it is written that nothing is coming and so I am going nowhere.
In truth the journey never stays still. I should remind myself it begins with my every breath.
With my breathing, is my beating heart.
My journey is billion coloured alongside all the other journeys!
My sometimes imperceptible journey is the ever dancing dance
~ Love is present EveryNow
{ With grateful acknowledgement to Magdalena Atkinson, my Shakti Dance teacher, whose theme of unseen regeneration was my inspiration for these words }
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