I am a dovekeeper. Doves have been kept since before the days of Masada. Their beauty, gentleness, and mournful song are such a part of my day; I don’t think I could make a home without their presence.
Last night, my oldest male left; his song silenced by age and sickness. He leaves two broken hearts, mine and his mate, constant and loving for many, many years. He gave me more than song; he gave me a family of doves to fill my home with song……even more mournful this morning, as their father makes his journey to the celestial sky.
His mate sits alone. She watched me place him inside a box. It was a nightlight box I had saved, with the words Illuminata across the top, meaning light. May the light with which his presence graced my home illuminate his final journey toward peaceful rest, until the day his mate can once again sit by his side.