Musings of an INFJ

The Mourning Dove

I was sitting in my family room
And the TV was on
I kept hearing a sound
I thought it was on the TV
Or possibly that I was imagining it
But when I turned it all off I still heard it
It was not coming from outside the window
It was in my house
But not in the room in which I was sitting
Nor was I hallucinating this sound

After a few moments of listening I realized
That this sound was coming from my fireplace
But not inside from up above
There was a mourning dove on my roof
And the sad whistle-wail she was singing
Was being amplified and drawn into my
Space from above and curiously from
Within at the same time

It got me thinking about times when
Everything seems to be coming at me
From all directions
Stress and confusion and trying to make
Some sort of sense from the incessant input
Sometimes it is necessary to just stop and quiet
The cacophony of daily living to figure
Out where it is all coming from

I find that when I am not fully aware
I can get sidetracked from my own mission
And purpose and personal goals
Because of the chatter from outside and
Even sometimes from within
The mourning dove was a beautiful messenger
For me today to just stop and breathe and
Reevaluate to remember to stay the course in my life to prioritize what is most important for me in which to focus

Mourning dove is gone now
But her message is still with me
Heeding her call to turn it all off
And listen is exactly what I needed in this
Moment of my life
With a renewed sense of clarity
I think I can resume with a fresh focus