So fellow travelers, the other morning, while refilling the bird feeders in my yard, I heard crows calling back and forth from the tall pine trees in a neighbor’s yard. The raucous uproar was probably an alert that breakfast was being served. The sound immediately brought me back to the residential neighborhood where my family resided during the years they lived in Tokyo.
I spent several months there after I graduated from college and the crows which lived through out the city were an iconic pervasive presence. I could not set foot outside the house without setting off a cacophony of ominous calls. Annoying as that was back then, this is now one of my favorite sounds. It creates a cascade of memories, all of them rich with emotions.
Crows call suddenly
I ‘m transported back in time
I dream often of returning to the land where I was born, a place which has always felt like home but never actually been my home, at least not yet.
Walk gently on the path my friends and may adventure find you ready.