CROWS-Dark And Mysterious...

When most human beings see a Crow they just know that they are an annoyance, get into the trash, and everything else sinister. Little, do most know, that behind that dark, mysterious exterior is a creature much smarter than we could imagine. I have read quite a bit about Crows and watched a PBS special about them. They are much more than meets OUR eyes.
I have never witnessed it, but years ago I heard of people splitting a Crow's tongue and teaching them to talk. Fact or fiction, I don't know, but it seems Crows are smart enough to WATCH US(Humans) and if for some reason or other(fear, or whatever) we stand out to them, they REMEMBER us...

There seems to be evidence that if they fear or dislike a particular individual for some reason they lock it in their memories and may even pass on the projected feelings to their offspring. It may seem a bit scary to some that a (so-called) dumb bird is possibly not someone you want for an adversary. I hear humans constantly stating(their opinion) that WE are the smartest things around, but just HOW do we know that? We can guess all day long as to how a bird or any creature(other than ourselves) might think, or be able to think, but since we are not in their brains...it is only a conceited opinion on our part...
It might be wise to show our fellow creatures a little more respect, and if you are really out there...just talk to a Crow sometime. Listen to what he has to say...

Wind At Night...

Sometimes, when I can't stand the dark loneliness of the night, I open my windows, let the cool breezes make their way through the house and listen to the messages my wind chimes have to pass along

. They dance to the dictates of the wind and tell stories in unknown voices of many whom I never knew. They come to me just on the edge of sleep and in a low murmur. Nothing makes sense to me, but at least, I know I am not alone and I'm sure they feel better...having someone to tell their stories to...
I listen for a long while then...Sorry...I dose off...

Music and Our DNA...

Have you ever realized that music has the ability to send us off in directions that we may never have traveled before? At times, when we hear a song from our teen or later years we may instantly return  to a time in our lives that we were happy(sometimes not), but at times it may send you somewhere that only your imagination may have gone. Some place that you THINK that you have never been, but for  some reason it popped into your mind. It comes at you like a memory that belongs to someone other than yourself? How can this be?
I have read that some things are passed on to us through our DNA, a gift from our ancestors, something they experienced and it left a lasting impression and a major change in the DNA that we inherit. Most people seem to have very little idea of their family histories, more than one or two generations back. Most have no real idea of their true bloodlines. In short, most of us don't know who we really are or where we came from, and often don't want to know...
How can it be that the sound of Gypsy, or other exotic music stirs something in us that is almost frightening and totally not us?On the other hand, many believe in the idea of Reincarnation, that we have lived before as someone else, in a different place, time and culture. We may never know but I, personally, still have to wonder...WHO am I...Really?

Old Houses...

As I drive around the country I see them standing, alone and empty...Ghostly looking old houses. Inside, I can't help but feel sad, for once this isolated, lonely, old dwelling was home to some living family; Mom, Dad, all the kids... Who were they and where have they all gone?
Once upon a time, children played in the yard and laughter rang out from their play. How did their lives turn out; Happiness and bliss, travesty or tragedy? Too many questions, but how can one not wonder?
The windows and doors gone now, leaving this lonely, empty, place, seemingly, without life. But then again, I thought I saw something move...Outwardly, it would seem that all are gone, but is that not laughter I still hear? Maybe they came back...or they never left?
It's good they have each other, for now, there are no visitors, just passersby on the road to somewhere else...

Imaginations...

I, daresay, our Creator issued most of us an imagination. I'm sure there was a reason for it. Maybe it was, in case, there was nothing on TV? Sometimes, I think that primitive man(using ONLY his imagination) came up with more and better ideas(usually for his own survival)than modern man. It seems now that out machines are thinking for us, and no doubt, VERY SOON, we will be obsolete. Hummm! Guess what happens to obsolete things...
The big question RIGHT NOW is: Can we think as clearly and as well as the Cave man...without the help of our machines?

Can You Explain...

As we each look back on our lives, how often do you remember situations(after the fact) when something happened and afterwards we realized...MY GOD... I should have been killed, BUT, for some reason...was NOT?
Some people would rather pass it off as good luck or some other LOGICAL explanation, but NEVER admit that there was a reason your life was spared, or, for that matter WHO or what(God, or whoever is running the show)saved you?

I remember MANY times, and like to think that there is a reason I am STILL suppose to be here. Who knows? Maybe, I am still here to save someone else...for whatever reason?
In any case, we should never take life for granted and be extremely thankful that we still have a chance to do something right, before, we have to go. My Dad always told me to do what I felt was right and when I lay down and close my eyes for the last time, it will be a lot easier...
We can all change and make things easier...

Someone in the road...

I remember I was about 9 years old and we lived in Nebraska, but were on our way back to Illinois for a visit. There were not many interstate highways, then, and we were eastbound on old highway 30, somewhere in Eastern Nebraska. My brother and two sisters were sleeping in the back of Dad's 1938 Chevy, and it was raining so hard it was hard to see anything, most of all, the road ahead. But we knew Dad could do it if anyone could.

I, suddenly, came full awake, realizing Dad had stopped and I remember Mom asking him why he stopped? Somebody is standing in the middle of the road, he told her. He told her to lock the door as he got out to take a look. He went to investigate.
Shortly, he came back and Mom asked him who it was? He just shook his head and told her, there was NOBODY there! What was it, then? she questioned Dad. His answer sent chills up and down my spine when he told her. I don't know, but I saw someone and it's a good thing I went to look, because, the BRIDGE IS GONE...
The rain had washed the bridge out, and whoever, or whatever was in the road saved our lives that night.
My Dad was never what some people might call a religious man, but till he died many years later, he always believed somebody was 'looking out for us that night'.