Yesterday was a day of springtime, on a beautiful Shabbat back at home with my family.
I saw a small female cardinal painstakingly building a nest in our growing etrog tree. It’s a perfect place for such a small bird - it’s low to the ground, so there’s no competition with birds like grackles, and it’s full of foliage for protection. All day this brown-colored, bright orange-beaked bird was gathering twigs from various areas of the yard and neighbor’s yard - disappearing into the tree where she was building the nest. I’m not going to go look at the nest until next week, just so she feels it is a safe place to raise her future babies - which it is!
On the fence I saw two doves grooming each other for more than half an hour. It was so sweet to see them seemingly “in love” as we humans would call it - showing mutual affection to strengthen their bond, as they will most likely be raising birds of their own soon enough.
Trees are blooming (my spring allergies attest to this!) and animals all around are mating or having progeny. Life is at its peak.
Amidst all of this springtime in the air, I found a dove, poor thing, that had died. It had flown into the bathroom window, broken its neck, and fell into the pool. It was surrounded by pink petals, from flowers that had also died to litter the ground with their beauty.
Beauty in death.
It was sad to see how this dove’s life ended in an instant, but at the same time, it made a pretty picture…as if the dove had a funeral barge surrounded by flowers into the afterlife. It made me realize that in order for life to continue, for springtime to occur, previous generations must die to make room for new life.
Typically I don’t like to think about death, to think about losing people or creatures that I love, but yesterday the Universe was showing me that there can be bright sides to such circumstances.
There is beauty in the circle of life.