Yoga on the new deck yesterday. The new deck underneath the new hammock.

So lovely.

The hammock/deck/yoga all take place next to an orange tree, the breeding tree for a dynasty of doves.

Each spring they start. They make (and remodel) an insufficient nest. The proud papa-to-be perches himself on a nearby branch, eagerly awaiting the crack of eggs. The new mom tirelessly fetches meals which the babies eat out of her beak.

Yes, I know all of this because I obsessively watch through the window — the fragile and exciting cycles of life.

So yesterday, on the yoga deck, I notice a small, fuzzy bird teetering on wobbly legs near the nest.

I knew they were expecting—we’d even removed the orange bombs that were above the nursery. Just didn’t know they were so far along.

Mom stood by while the apprehensive baby ground-tested his wings.

It was clearly a special moment.

Mom below, baby's tail above her

Fuzzy baby


This morning I got a call from my friend Colleen to say that she had put her baby, her dog Harley, to sleep. He’d been ill for a couple of years, progressively getting worse. Yesterday he could not get up.

It was a sad call. My tears were for her pain, for Harley’s unknown journey, for future and past loses for us all.

Afterward I went out to check on the new dove. And he was gone.

Fly safe, sweet dove.

Fly safe, Harley.

May you be happy, and peaceful, and free.


5 Responses to “Harley”

  1. 1 Colleen March 19, 2010 at 3:34 am

    I have no words… thank you from both of us

  2. 2 elizabeth March 19, 2010 at 3:46 am

    Oh. So hard. My thoughts are with her, and Harley, and the little dove. And you – wishing you less confusion in your business-y efforts (as noted in the post below) and more fun and fairy-sparkles.

    Also, I would be watching with you. It would be so exciting!

  3. 3 JennaFrancisco March 20, 2010 at 3:19 pm

    Your post made me cry. So beautiful. It reminds me of a something I heard Deepak Chopra say after the tsunami (and never forgot): Thank God for death because without death, we would have no new life. Simple and true, but both sides of the life cycle are intense– death (and the suffering that often accompanies it) is hard, and new life is wonderful but also fragile. Anyway, I’m glad for you that you witnessed the new dove family. So special!

  4. 4 Cindy March 20, 2010 at 3:54 pm

    Hi Michelle. I’m Cindy, Jenna’s mom. She shared your post with me, and I cried, too. Your writing is lovely, and the life moments you shared are so worthy of our attention & reflection…

  5. 5 blogasana March 22, 2010 at 4:20 am

    @colleen – it’s all i could do. i wish there was more.

    @elizabeth – yes, so.hard. less confusion and more sparkles would be great! i thought of you while taking the pic of the dove… “elizabeth’s pic of the dove would be beautiful…”

    @jenna – simple, and true, and so bittersweet. the truth of it stings. it’s beautiful – thank you for sharing.

    @cindy – thank you so much for reading and the comment. those simple life moments are everything sometimes… no new news to you as a mom and grandma!

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