
Red Winged Hawks 01 02/28/2023 — From my backyard, Charlotte, North Carolina
A strip of woods runs along a drainage canal connecting with a larger strip of woods
alongside the Flat Branch flood plain which runs through the southern edge of the city,
and is home to the full contingent of wildlife that exists in wooded areas
throughout North Carolina. Deer, coyotes, foxes, raccoons, possums, wild turkey, etc,
range in the wooded areas within the flood plain in Charlotte. And I sit with a camera.
Watching. From my backyard.
Instinct, intuition, premonition, are tucked into our psyche-- the same psyche that guided our distant ancestors through their days/lives and produced us over time. We know things we don't know how we know. Vision quests and walkabouts are ways those distant ancestors placed themselves at the direction of what they may have called "the animal powers." In the will of the invisible world. We can do something similar without leaving home by cutting off the TV and looking out the window. Emptying ourselves of everything but our awareness of the emptiness, stillness and silence, alert to what arises, emerges, occurs, appears out of the silence in the way of realization, or of "apprehending more than we can comprehend" (Abraham Heschel). The visible world has always been grounded upon the invisible world. Imagination is as much responsible for the world as we know it as reason, logic, and analytics are. We are children of the invisible world as much as we are of the visible world. With a foot in each world, we are well-equipped to meet each day and do there what needs to be done, when/where/how it needs to be done, throughout the time left for living. All for the low, low price of looking out the window.
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We have hawks nesting at UNCG. I witnessed a battle between two house sparrows this morning from my kitchen window—distressing in one way, comforting in another.
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