The Dove

The spring after Tom passed was a mixture of grief and enlightenment.  I can't tell you how much I felt my vibration was rising and yet mixed with a overwhelming sadness.  I continued to read and have experiences that served to help me survive what was happening.  One day while sitting on my deck reading, I saw the shadow of a very large bird go across, as I looked up all I saw was this really big white bird, it took my breath away.  I had never seen a white bird like that before.  I thought maybe it was a owl.  Later that day I went for a walk and there on someone's lawn was a beautiful white dove, realizing this was the bird I saw flying over my deck, I just looked at it for a long time.

I had lived in my house for 10 years and never seen a white dove, nor had I ever seen one in the wild anywhere for that matter, but here it was.  The whole neighborhood was enjoying the sight of this bird, while in flight he had a huge wing-span.  It was so out of the norm you could not help but notice it.  It really stood out.  One morning I woke up to find it on my front lawn, I couldn't help but wonder why this bird was here at this time, the spring after Tom passed.  Was it a sign?

After about a month the bird was gone.  The next spring came and there was the dove again!  I was so happy to see it.  It was a reminder of something pure and simple,  that love can always find a way if only we believed.  When I think of a Dove, I think of Peace.  The white signified purity of the heart.  After that second spring, the Dove never returned, but I was so thankful to have seen it.  It was just one of the many beautiful things that happened during this time.