Meri's Musings

I know they're considered pests. I know my darling ex called them "Flying Rats." Or was that seagulls? No matter. I know pigeons leave messes on statues and park benches and sometimes even on people. But don't you think these guys are pretty? They've got colorful eyes and a vast range of feather designs. They're very entertaining and useful too. They make soft little noises and keep Times Square free of crumbs. That's kind of a miracle, when you think of it. And lest you get all hrr-umphity on me, consider this quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson: The invariable mark of wisdom is to see the miraculous in the ordinary. There. Don't you feel better about pigeons?

Do you ever feel as if you're standing under a layer of clouds that are just dumping rain on your head, but know somewhere deep inside that if you just take the long view things will look a little brighter? Stand in the shadows, feel the rain and wait until you are bathed again in sunlight. Neither joy nor sorrow is permanent. Darkness is eventually crowded out by the encroaching dawn. The light of day gives way in a blaze of color as if to celebrate the coming of the night. Everything is as it should be right now. Shhh! Be still. Let us be silent that we may hear the whispers of the gods. - Ralph Waldo Emerson