Ravens and Voids
“It’s either a raven or a crow, a symbol of the void,” she added in a mystical tone. “The void?” I’d asked, crestfallen. “It’s a good thing,” she said. “It’s the place where things are born, where they begin. Think about how a black hole absorbs energy and then releases it as something new and alive.“
From Wild, by Cheryl Strayed
This quote couldn’t have come at a better time for me. It really helps as I’ve been tempted to fill the void just to fill it. My days are filled with work done that is at hand. And I need breaks – that whole, breathe in the world and breathe out creations thing. And I’ve not breathed in enough – not been outside enough.
Ravens have always held a special place in my heart simply due to a family name connection to them. While I don’t really live my life by the animal energies/wisdom thing, I don’t discount it either – who am I to say how the universe works? God is bigger than any notion I have. And ravens have been conspicuously around me lately – of course a good deal of that is due to their begging habits in Yellowstone when the crowds start to dwindle. The last time in, the Steamboat Point pair watched me drive by and then turned to nuzzle one another – so different from how animated they are when vehicles are there.
And I’ve been mesmerized by the iridescent colors that were caught by my camera as I’ve processed images – the hidden colors in that black.
So, I’m still here, and so is the void – and there are hidden colors in that black.
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