The
first thing I heard this morning when I walked out the Eastern door
was Bluejay's alarm calls. After a bit, Owl flew North through
Pinegrove, and away from Bluejay's cries. Bluejay continued to call
for a short while then stopped. The danger was gone.
Then
it occurred to me that a lot of the time in Bluejay's life, Owl is
not around. This got me thinking about how, most of the time in my
life, I am not in danger, and by danger I mean that my life is really
at risk. Most of the time I am in a place where I don't have to
worry.
My
culture teaches me something different. My culture invites me to
always be vigilant for some impending danger, but as I think about it
now, that danger rarely if ever materializes.
Bluejay
sends out an alarm call when Owl is close by, and stops as soon as
Owl is gone. I wonder what my life would be like if the only time I
worried about what might happen next was when “Owl” was hovering
overhead.
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