Where are you when you’re not thinking?
Frightening, isn’t it?
Where are you when you’re not feeling anything?
Except for faith and imagination, nature is that hard fortress you can’t get out of.
Some person are captive to love, other would make the beloved a captive. Which one are you?
As we travel through Guyana, conversations frequently turn to experiencing birds in the wild that in our home countries are kept in cages, often with harm, suffering, and death as a consequence. There is no doubt that humans love their birds, but in so doing, they make the beloved a captive. What would it look like if instead we were bound by love instead of being the binders?
Perhaps I would not even be here to hear the sound of the White Bell Bird. I would not be using the earth’s resources to travel so far to behold beauty and to save it. Instead I would be at home with a simple bell calling me to meditation, to awakening, and to liberation. I would be swooning with every sunrise that lights the grandeur of the tall pines in the oak hammock. Yet it is the beloved birds that bind me and bring me to these places in Latin America to be with them, and perhaps contribute if I can. I am ever captive, and the captor.
We go through our days, with cages around us and the door open.
We can step out into freedom, or we can lure others in with us.
Which will you do this day?