I could go on living.

Looking out of this window at this beautiful bird chirping the sweetest call I’ve heard, I feel it is here and now I can live. No other moment or world exists. What is it about nature and its many wonders that simply do not let you feel  inadequate for long? The joy of life it radiates is incomparable and irreplaceable.


12 thoughts on “I could go on living.”

  1. Surely I could retrieve it at any given moment. I do, too! But holding on to that feeling would be like feeling elated ‘all the time’. Personally, I feel that takes off a little shine from bliss. What do you say?

  2. When I was a little boy in Catholic school and we were taught about Heaven being eternal bliss, I wanted to run from the room screaming. Eternal bliss sounded like a nightmare to me. It still does!

    1. Yeah. It will be nightmarish to have to live in a Utopia. I am sure I haven’t done anything to deserve the proverbial Hell, so if I am to go to Heaven after I die, I’ll probably have to reconsider immortality. That’ll keep me here in this melting pot. But that has its downsides, too! Sigh. Just recollected your interest in pizza. (Trick? Or Treat? Or Neither?)

  3. This is probably why I love wild birds so much. However, they probably love me so much because I feed them!
    So here we have the natural world and the not-so-natural (human, civilized and all that implies) world together. They work together.

    1. It’s a give and take, I’d say! The ones we have here are aggressive little devils. Not only do they gobble up the millet I keep out for them, they also nip the young leaves from my vegetable patch! And for some strange reason, leave black droppings everywhere. There isn’t a black fruit in sight.
      There’s more. I’ve recently decided against a clothes washing machine/dryer because of environmental reasons and have the laundry done by hand and dried on a clothes line. The bed sheets with flowers on them are riddled with black, unsightly marks on a regular basis! Birds know, don’t they?

      1. I’ve never quite worked out why some birds like to eat leaves. Though I saw an interesting short video recently about blue tits and how the parents take aromatic leaves (mint was one and I think lavendar another) to the nest, put some in the babies beaks then remove it again, and push the rest under their youngsters’ bottoms. Apparently they grow up more immune to infections. Curious, isn’t it?

        Apropos your washing, can you put a separate sheet over them as they dry to protect them?

        Black droppings are usually a sign of birds having eaten the sort of berries we humans can’t eat. Here (and where I used to live, in London, England) come autumn, nearly all their poo turns black from eating berries from cotoneaster, berries from elder, berries from all sorts of things.

  4. “What is it about nature and its many wonders that simply do not let you feel inadequate for long? The joy of life it radiates is incomparable and irreplaceable.”

    I envy you for living in Dehradun. All I see from my window are buildings – no trees or birds. If I crane my neck enough, a hint of blue sky. I keep remembering my holiday in the hills of Uttranchal last year, ‘Nature’s Magic Wand’.

  5. As long as you find that pigeon to interact with, or that strip of blue sky, AIT, there’s hope!

    This bird came back this winter as well. Well, it’s around throughout the year, but its call changes in winter. It is absolutely wondrous, the call.

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