As a young girl my mother told me pigeons were dirty birds, nasty rats with wings. I believed her. The other morning I was feeding the swans and a pigeon landed on my hand. I felt its energy and gentle touch before I saw what it was. My heart opened and in an instant I saw pigeons in an entirely different manner.
I mentioned the experience to my translator and she agreed. Her mother also had judgments about pigeons yet, she pointed out that they are also used as symbols of peace. So, a pigeon showed me my limiting thinking and I had the opportunity to open my heart up and love another being I formerly judged.
I realized I could think of even pigeons as angels in physical form. What angles are in your life that you still have judgments about?
With love and aloha from Nida,