Caleb Crow
carries
keys of note.

One caws death;

another caws life;

and the third caws:

“Renewal is
Nature’s way.”

I’ve convinced myself that the neighborhood crows know my habits and are trying to tell me something. For a couple of weeks now they’ve been cawing at me from the treetops and performing eye-catching flights of fancy that refuse to be ignored.

Isn’t it kinda funny that a congregation of crows is called a murder? 😂

Unfortunately, I don’t speak crow.
I can often be challenged by my native tongue… English.
What exactly was Edgar Allen Poe trying to communicate in his poem about a raven?

When I’m not sure what crows or poets are saying, I use my God-given imagination to make up meaning that suits me.

Yesterday I enjoyed a conversation with my friend and fellow wordsmith Jay Armstrong. We talked about Jay’s daily challenge to build meaning in his days. From my perspective, he not only survives, but also finds ways to thrive, while a hole in his brain continues to snatch away pieces of who he used to be.

Jay said, “I’ve learned I cannot bring my past into my future.”

I’ve created a story for myself about the neighborhood murder. The crows are offering a spring reminder to examine my habits.

What’s serving me?
What’s keeping me small?
Where might I die, so that I can more fully live?

Oh… and today’s title?
When I choose to believe the Great Mystery wants me to live a rich and fulfilling life, I am alone…
nevermore.