I have a game room in my house filled with a pool table, that I don’t really play with. The table converts into a pingpong table and I used to play ping pong like Forrest Gump in Germany. No kidding, trophies, tournaments and all, ping pong was something my Dad taught me on the kitchen table. We would string our net and that’s where it all started. After his death I joined a league and set out to become the best I could possible be. I think I did it to make him proud, even he was no longer here to witness any of it. I also believe that he watches and he saw from heaven. I somehow always felt closer to him whenever I played. I did get good at it and soon my girlfriend joined the league. I taught her how to play and we became an unbeatable team in doubles. But that is not really my story and what I wanted to write about tonight. Besides the pool / ping pong table, there is a soccer table and an electronic dartboard. The bar actually gets no use as I have lost all of my German roots of being able to hold my liquor. I think one beer would easily put a grin on my face and after a second, I probably can’t stop laughing. They say alcohol enhances your natural way of being and if that is true, I’d laugh a lot or just get so laid back and relaxed that I just fall asleep. Pathetic. The only piece of furniture in this room that gets any use, is probably the pub table where I eat breakfast or write if I need the lab top.
I was thinking back to last night as I sat here, at the pub table, writing a post while hearing the owl call loud and clear. It’s been the fourth time now that the owl has come to visit. I knew right away what I was as I got up and opened the screen door to the patio. Huge, like a little velociraptor it sat on the fence starring at me. Have you ever seen an owl fly close up? It’s like a little dinosaur in the sky and the wingspan itself is very impressive and intimidating at the same time. I said “Hello” and just like during it’s prior visit I could feel the air as if it was filled with electricity. I had never noticed this on the other occasions, but the last two visits brought a energy, something indescribable, I picked up on. I don’t know what it was or how I could begin to describe it, but it’s a feeling that leaves you in awe, experiencing a multitude of emotions all at ones. Excitement, being scared, time almost stands still as everything unfolds in slow motion, you can’t help but stand there and pay attention to every little detail. It’s a feeling where the senses are heightened, you are fully aware, alert and you feel alive in every fiber of your body. A miracle must feel similar to this.
It is seldom that I sit at this pub table at night to be honest and I couldn’t help but wonder if there had been other visits that I have missed. I would imagine that surely it’s loud call would have alerted me elsewhere in the house, unless the TV overshadowed the noise. Tonight I can’t help but sit here at the pub table, even though I don’t have any use for the laptop. I’m writing on the Ipad, but I’m thinking of and waiting for the owl. Like I mentioned before the owl is suppose to be the bearer of wisdom and it is said they connect with like energies form other spirits around, even if in human form. It is also said that a great honor is bestowed upon you when an owl comes to visit. My mind drifts further as I wonder if this energy of what I felt, the thing that I can’t describe is a spiritual encounter of some sort.
No owl came to visit tonight but my doves are back. Last year they nested on my patio in a decorative watering can. Being so in tune with my animals lately, I did another search and found that doves are spirit animals as well.
The dove tells you to slow down, pause and breathe.
Doves are reminders that in order to soar, you must know when to move your wings and when to allow the wind to carry you to new heights. In other words if you just sat there on a branch waiting for the wind to pick you up, you would never move and nothing would happen. You must surrender and trust the wind to carry you, you must trust the wind to support your wings. So get moving and do your part to allow the exhilaration of the wind to take you higher and higher.
The dove could also be telling you to pause and to take a few deep breaths. To let go of the turmoil that surrounds you and to find peace that is within you. For me it reminds me that it is not always important to be right and to prove a point. Sometimes we have to pick our battles and to be at peace is much more important to me vs. being right and proving somebody else wrong. I don’t need to bask in degrading somebody else and rubbing it in. Know that what you are seeing right now is reality shifting in such a way you never though possible and everything you seek is right around the corner. The dove is a reminder that the most chaos happens right before your dreams come true and I will gladly accept this reassurance. The dove represents peace of the deepest kind. It quiets and soothes our troubled mind, enabling us to find renewal in the silence of the mind. The doves singing is most prevalent first thing in the morning and last at night when the veils between the physical and the spirit world are believed to be their thinnest, representing a link between two divergent domains.
We are reminded that regardless of outer circumstances, peace is always within us. If a dove flies into your life, you are being asked to release any inner disharmony. When inner conflicts are banished from our thoughts, words and feelings, goodness awaits.