Dance like a crow

Crows have a reputation for being brilliant birds. They are known for their problem-solving skills and fantastic communication skills. For example, when a crow encounters a mean human, it will teach other crows how to recognise the human. Research shows that crows don’t disremember a face.

In many mythologies, a crow was considered a messenger of the gods and was associated with the Sun, weather, longevity, beginnings, bad luck and death. Probably that could explain Hollywood’s obsession with crows in their fantasy films and television series. 

A crow is also associated with the visible and invisible worlds. In the past, it was considered a bird of augury and prognostication. Due to its intelligence and cunningness, a crow was also seen as a trickster. Many cultures believed that fairies turned into crows to cause mischief.

Cruise like crows

About four years ago, I sat down on a form – in an open space – at someplace to relax as I waited to be served. It was a charming afternoon. As my custom, I scanned the environment quietly and innocently, taking note of everything around me; peoples’ moods and seeking to read their minds. Like the thrashes in Valentine Williams novel of 1927, ‘The Eye in Attendance‘, I shut my mouth and pretended to be hearing nothing and seeing nothing. But I engaged my eyes, letting them rove up and down, side to side. Then as I took a glimpse at the sky, I observed a murder of crows, approximately 300 of them. They were moving in circles, gracefully, without crashing into each other. They seemed to relish the game. I guessed they were migrating. Such kind of migration symbolises an impending change in weather. If you are unkeen, you may presume they are making no progress. But for sure, they were moving.

What my roving eyes saw

Crows are hardly communal – save for certain species. Nevertheless, during migration they become communal.

What caught my attention and send me into a world of imagination is their ability to play about in life. The birds would fly in circles, slowly and majestically; savouring each moment, appreciating every time as they migrated. Migration is an adventure in hope, and the birds take it in full dose.

Borrowing from crows

That is how life is supposed to be lived; enjoying freedom in the prison of hope. Relishing every moment. Mingling and taking time to explore the valleys and mountains of life. Avoiding bumping into each other. Taking the whole event as a pleasure and leisure.

That is life. Contrarily, your blood pressure will shoot through the ceilings, and your quality of life will dip.

Walk if you can’t run. Rest if you can’t walk. Sit if you can’t stand. Sleep if you cant sit. Dance in the rain. Let the smell of the rain wake you up from the quagmire of insipid and insolence life.

” Be cheerful no matter what; pray all the time; thank God no matter what happens. This is the way God wants you who belong to Christ Jesus to live.” 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18.

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