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Ithaca : Odysseus :: Bench : Me
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At this bench on April 30, 1997--exactly 4,257 days ago--I began a journey I could never have imagined. I like to think I had a premonition of how profoundly my life was about to change, but as I waited I casually took pictures of a pair of Mallards paddling by, and of the eddies they made in the slowly moving water. I remember the gurgling of the creek, and from the branches overhead the repeated cawing of a crow. Native American Souix called this bird "Little old grandmother who scolds, but not unkindly." But most important, they knew crows carried significant personal messages. Most of them are missed, though, because we too often just don't listen.