Dream: I’m flying with three “crows” (really starlings) outside my bedroom window. We perch in the tree there, and fly around in the dusky light. I am a little surprised that that person (one of the birds) is still flying around my bedroom window.
Waking dream: I was over at Hickory Hill shooting for my new project (the meditation room at the University of Iowa Hospitals and Clinics). Across the street there was a mother duck and her two ducklings. They kept walking back and forth trying to cross the street to get to the park, etc. Then she led them over a side of the street drain and one of the ducklings fell over backwards into the drain! It was a pretty sad moment. It took her a few moments to realize the duckling was missing. She went back and looked in the drain and the other one almost fell in while looking.
Tuesday we came home late in the evening and there was a bat flying around in the meditation room. I have to admit I freaked out a little. My mother had told me that turning on the lights would put the bat to sleep. However I thought that this would happen right away I guess–who knows what I was thinking. Anyways, Kevin caught the bat in a blanket and threw the bat and the blanket outside. Since then I have been informed that with lights off and an open window they should be able to find there way out with their sonor.
Wednesday I was driving home from Cedar Rapids and there was a starling flapping its wings on its back on the side of the road. There were other birds flying around the injured one. I got out and tried turning the bird over with an object, because I had heard that bats can’t get off their backs and thought maybe this was true with birds as well. I think I was just feeling a little sad still from watching the little duckling go down the drain. Anyway, when I got close the the bird it seemed like there was probably a bigger problem besides just being on its back. Alas, the bird stayed there, still flapping. These two birds down got me thinking about how death is such a part of life. As humans we seem to tuck it away and don’t see the death and decay that much in daily life. Even seeing how many seedlings try to grow and yet maybe only one in a thousand becomes a tree. Makes me feel more balanced about the losses I experience.
And, last but not least, the owl that lives in our neighborhood who has been MIA for weeks is back on the scene. Hoo, hoo, hoo.