saturday, thirty october: the world
"contemplate for a moment the idea of 'being whole' ... close your eyes and envision this radiating energy inside you."
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I said something the other day about missing the mourning doves. They were the most reliable visitors to our first birdfeeder at the old apartment; Declan and I spent a lot of breakfasts watching them shove each other around for space at the feeder. We've already seen so many birds in the new backyard, cardinals and blue jays and a million sparrows, but I was wondering about mourning doves.
This afternoon, I opened up the back door and the noise must have startled them, because as I did so a huge flock of mourning doves rose up from our grass and flew into the trees, all their little wings squeaking as they went. So we have mourning doves.
We're still settling in, surrounded by mountains of boxes, and probably will be for quite some time. It still doesn't entirely feel like we live here--I can't shake the feeling that we're staying over at a friend's house or something. (That said, I also can't shake the feeling that the house is hazing us a little. For Reasons, we had to take one of our exterior doors off the hinges this week and then put it back on later in the day. If you do some googling on how such a thing might be accomplished, people make it sound easy. People lie.)
It's good, though. There's still a lot of complicated and crazy in my day-to-day, but the house, it's good.