“…neither rivers nor the steepest mountains stop his course, he swims over the one and scales the other.”
The London Review Of English And Foreign Liturature, by W. Kenrick – 1767
2 crows stopped by this morning, alighting on the wires and houses across the way. On this day post-Halloween, I immediately wondered about any metaphysical meaning of 2 large unpopular black birds entering my space, cawing their musical messages as they hopped and searched for scavenge-worthy bits.
But then I affirmed that this is my father’s world and we creatures all have our place and reasons. I refocused on my daily meditation, breathing in peace and exhaling concern. The visitors had moved on, going about their business, as had I.