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your imagination transport you to a small pond somewhere within a leafy wood. Let’s say the time is early afternoon on a day in mid-September. The leaves have begun to turn … beginning to wear their traditional fall colors … a growing profusion of reds, oranges,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and yellows are showing up among the still green. Here and there around the pond are scattered small stands of pines … mostly in the sandy soil that makes up the ponds edge.
The air is cool but not cold and the wind is occupying itself by gently rustling the leaves … caressing its way through the pines … and moving about the wonderfully warming earthy smells that abound in a woods by a pond on an early fall day. The equinox is approaching gently.
Directly across the pond you see a maple that has grown a bit too close to the bank. Its leaves have begun to turn a bright red and, against the background of the green of the pines, it stands out like a brilliant and concise statement of being in the moment. The tree leans over the water and has begun to drop a few leaves onto the surface of the pond. The breeze is playing them around like small boats … a colorful regatta.
As nature has provided a welcoming stone some fifteen or twenty feet back from the pond’s bank, you go over and sit down in this wonderful place … absorbing the marvelous feeling of being in such a tranquil spot at such a gentle time.
As you sit,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], your mind begins to settle into the rhythms of the space around you. The warmth of the sun, the caress of the wind, the wonderful earthy smells … and here and there a bird calls out.
After sitting quietly for a while,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], you begin to notice small movements along the bank of the pond. Here a squirrel moves down a tree and across the ground … poking its nose into the accumulating layer of leaves … looking for acorns. There a small grass snake moves off a warm rock that has been its roost and starts to hunt along the water’s edge. Now a chipmunk scampers out from under a fallen log … grabs a bit of something … and then scampers back to its sanctuary. A ripple disturbs the surface of the pond announcing the presence of some sort of fish. Nature is going about its business before your eyes.
From high above you hear a deep throated gwark and, as you look up,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a large dark form flies over your head and towards the opposite bank. The Raven lights lightly on a branch of the maple tree which hangs out over the water … its inky black plumage a sharp contrast to the bright red of the leaves.
The bird settles in slowly and methodically as if completely at ease and unconcerned with its surroundings. As soon as it finds itself satisfactorily arranged it turns its attention to you. The bird seems intensely curious. You start to wonder what it is that this bird finds so fascinating. Not only are you the object of the bird’s curiosity … but seemingly the sole focus of that inquisitive gaze. Ravens can make you wonder when they look at you in that way!
For what seems like a long time the bird sits and stares back at you like some Zen monk … completely at peace and contained within its self. After a while you begin to suspect that the attention that the Raven has been giving you is something more than simple curiosity. You sense that the bird has been waiting for something … waiting for you to do or say something.
After a while it occurs to you that the Raven might be posing the classic question that Zen masters sometimes present to their students at the beginning of a teaching session. “Do you have a question?” the bird’s gaze seems to ask.
While you are normally not the kind of person who thinks that a bird would ask you such a question, (or any question for that matter) it starts things working between your ears. “Suppose I could ask this bird a question … and suppose the bird could answer. Maybe there is ancient wisdom in that darkly feathered head that could help me understand something about who I am or why I’m here.”
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