We finally spotted the dove who’s been calling in our neighborhood. He was beautiful, a soft buff gray with a white and black collar across his nape; a bit of black and white shone in the light as he took flight. I’ve been hearing him for a long while now, since just a bit before Buttercup passed on.
I’ve been thinking about that call, how it’s not quite like the mourning dove call with which I’m so intimately familiar. It was a mourning dove who told me my neighbor a few years ago had just had her baby. It was the mourning dove, too, who cooed to me when I had mine, encouraging me to stay peaceful and hopeful even when I was sleep-deprived, alone, and exhausted from caring for that little tyke. Mourning doves have graced my space now and then here in Oregon, so I know they’re about.
This dove’s coo is similar, but different enough to be distinctive. Where the mourning dove’s call rises and falls, pauses, then finishes with a soft but clear fact, this one seems more an gentle but insistent urging finished with a statement, koo-KOO-kook, koo-KOO-kook, koo-Koo-kook. This Eurasian Collared Dove has a most definite message to share with me today.
I think that message is at least in part about hope and new growth…and in taking action with the sense of Divine Guidance and peaceful surety that resounds in the dove’s call. Several projects in my life are stirring. I’m giving them my attention, even the ones I know ask me to heal a few scars I’ve carried for the past few years. However they shape up, the Eurasian Collared Dove assures me that the work isn’t meant to be hard this time. Life can transform without pain and exhaustion if I only go with the flow and use my energy wisely.
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