Falling in Dove

Love. Innumerable species of it. Kinda like birds. One bird in particular is especially symbolic of love: the dove. One that seems pretty peaceful and yet, don't know about you, but my experience of "love" hasn't always been dove-esque. IMHO, a flying creature more akin to the qualities of such a force/state of being/verb as love, would be a pterodactyl; a winged being, rising above land, defying the bounds of gravity, and yet is more of a gruff, magical sort of thing, peaceful only when perched on a limb or coasting mid-flight. Unlike a ptery, LOVE didn't reach it's demise in the Ice Age. Though similarly, in it's seeming absence, life can feel like a frigid, barren, and unfruitful land.

Since dwelling in the Second City Age over the past 3 years, I've had lots of time alone with my heart and mind, on trains and buses, Stella (my bike), foot, in classrooms, and on and off stages. I initially welcomed the chance at thawing my heart and mind over what has seemed like a billion years but the wind was knocked out of me when I realized it meant something just crashed my ignorance is bliss party. Did I think evolution would be easy? Since this is the #1 hub for Comedy, I think it's quite appropriate to laugh at oneself in light of mistakes, serious or otherwise. And to forgive everything, standing firmly on this frozen tundra, as it blows my layers off, with eyes closed facing the radiance of the sun. Melting. (Am I on acid, you might ask? No.)

A multitude of prayers were offered for the thawing of this Ice Age I'd found myself in, while staring out public transit windows. I am grateful beyond the comprehension of my quaint little bird brain for deliverance into a new era of peace, thawing, and discovery that I am part of a prehistoric family of a species that can choose to overcome our minds by the power of our timeless hearts. Score.

Graciously, I've fallen into the hands of abounding human love. Sometimes I've been able to rest in human hands, while other times, have needed to fly away to perch on a twig and get some perspective. Grace continues to find us. Presently, God has gifted new love into my soul through a sweet relationship that has surprised and awed me in it's gentle magnificence of kindness. In the warmth of it's shine, my soul has enjoyed laughing. So, I peacefully perch and fly, like any winged thing would, regardless of age. So, I am in dove, or pterodactyl or Canadian goose or some other dumb bird pun.