"Try imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm.. Come in, she said, I'll give you shelter from the storm"
(Bob Dylan)
The dove, like the mimosa tree, was being buffetted by the wind ahead of a storm. She was headed for shelter, somewhere safe to pass the storm. She's not likely to find "a place where it's always safe and warm", nor can she imagine such a place.. She'll huddle on a branch beside others of her kind, and they will fluff themselves up, tuck her head under a wing, and let the rain run off her feathers..
We humans chose a different path long ago, and gave up the gift of flight for the tools it takes to imagine a place that's safe and warm, and then to build it.. Because sometimes we all need shelter from the storm..
"Try imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm.. Come in, she said, I'll give you shelter from the storm"
(Bob Dylan)
The dove, like the mimosa tree, was being buffetted by the wind ahead of a storm. She was headed for shelter, somewhere safe to pass the storm. She's not likely to find "a place where it's always safe and warm", nor can she imagine such a place.. She'll huddle on a branch beside others of her kind, and they will fluff themselves up, tuck her head under a wing, and let the rain run off her feathers..
We humans chose a different path long ago, and gave up the gift of flight for the tools it takes to imagine a place that's safe and warm, and then to build it.. Because sometimes we all need shelter from the storm..