I have two doves that live outside my window, they are in love, I can just tell. They seem to be a young couple just starting out, full of hope, of starting a new home making the nest for the new baby! I noticed them one day when I was painting the trim on my window frame; I smiled seeing how their situation seemed to reflect my very own. We spent many hours gazing through the window at each other maybe wondering how the other was doing, admiring each others unique attributes. I was saddened the other day when my wife came to me after finding a broken shell and a baby bird dead on the ground. Their Nest had fallen from the rafters for no apparent reason that I could see, I felt a deep sense of sadness as my dove friends must morn their loss. Weeks went bye and I missed the pretty white doves, I missed their company while I blogged, I missed their youth and there hope, I worried that they too had not survived the loss of their newborn or their home.
This last weekend I saw what looked to by my dove friends climbing on the rooftop across the way, I was hoping, but never figuring they would return. I figured our house must bring back too many bad memories; maybe we were all “doomed” to such a dismal fate. And then the following day they were back!! Daddy dove grooming his beloved wife, searching again for new twigs and the perfect blades of dried grass for which to mold their new home. And again I saw their youth, their pride, their determination and their ability to return and rebuild despite having lost everything they had.
This “starting over” this return of my friends. This blind optimism, to return home to build a new home, “our” home just made my day. and as I transition in life, making the often difficult decisions that accompany change, those decisions that step us on the pirates plank of the unknown, I am encouraged by my feathered friends, and as I write they look with their encouraging little eyes, and I can see that no matter what happens everything will be all right!