Category: Lorca Smetana

The Pain-Bearers

Sometimes I think I have come into this life as one of the pain-bearers — not one who takes all pain onto herself, nor one who takes it from others, but who has the capacity to be with the pain of loss, of death.  We are needed in this world because so many cannot.  On days like today from the outside it seems I have created a life that invites it — a call because of a lost seven year-old son, and another for the mother of a five year-old girl.  I will take these and along with white birds, with

This I believe.

We are all together on this ship and some of us will die sooner. Some young. I will grieve again, and comfort. It may be me. Those of us who are lucky will know ahead of time and not be incapacitated by pain and exhaustion and messes we have not cleaned up. If we are luckier this heightened awareness that is the gift of death may be seized by us periodically and good and great things and moments will be brought into the world as a result. What do I want to have been in my life with my mothers?

On making an heirloom

One of the most appreciated practices I've had in my releases has been the sharing of a white flight feather, something for people to hold in their hands and remember. Now I frame them with an illuminated and calligraphed card, personalized for the event. It's a lot of detail, something to be treasured or handed down. I love doing the painting and the lettering, handling the inks and gilt and pens. It's peaceful work, and it's business, but it is also an act of love.

My doves on the news!

Last night's Gift Worth Giving wedding was gorgeous! Just a little rain to highlight how beautiful the evening light was, and the details were smooth and lovely. A flock of white doves flew at the end of the ceremony, and we did a second, evening-lit hand release with the couple down in the Springhill Pavillion's hayfield. Take a look here for KBZK's video footage. It was also wonderful to have time to talk with Springhill Pavillion's Chum and Sally Howe. Almost 30 years ago they started renting out their pavillion, the only outdoor wedding venue in the

For a gift worth giving…

Ready for this afternoon's wedding! Preparing the lovelies for this evening's The Gift Worth Giving wedding for Holly CoVille and Joshua Watson. This year's dream wedding is given to this deserving couple, with dozens of wedding professionals donating all to make it possible. It's a beautiful event each year. If you know of a deserving couple for next year, make sure to nominate them!

Thank you, Cherilyn.

We are people in need of still moments. In our hurried world, it is deeply important to mark the events that connect us with a simple, joyful symbol of love. The sight of a pure white dove ascending, with home in its heart, is an unforgettable moment that transcends words. It can be a part of your ceremony.

Library release with kids!

How fun was that! Over fifty people filled the big new conference room at the Bozeman Public Library for an hour-long talk on the 5000-year history of humans and homing pigeons. They touched birds I walked around and held, saw the different colors of feathers of the 20 birds I brought, held grains and wooden eggs and leg identification bands. They met white homing doves from the ceremonial team and our champions from our racing and breeding teams. Afterward we took all the birds out to the front lawn on Main Street. Half of the birds I gave

Bozeman Library Presentation and Release

The birds are loving these late October sunny days, but we've gotten out the warmers to keep the waterers from freezing at night. The pigeons are just fine down to -60 degrees! Come visit the Bozeman Public Library this Sunday at 1:30. I'll be bringing a flock of white ceremonial homing pigeons and some of our racing champions as well. We'll have a presentation on the 5000-year history of humans and homing pigeons and if the weather's not crazy we'll release them afterward from the front lawn to fly home. Great for all ages. Hope to

Memorial flight over a pond

I took four doves to the River Rock Pond on a gorgeous fall morning for a memorial for a woman who was a nurse, a mother and grandmother. The nursing graduation pictures of her in her cap reminded me of Nurse Cherry Ames, of the pride and patriotism that were part of becoming a wartime nurse. A circle of chairs faced out over the pond and beautiful flowers and scattered fall leaves. It was an Episcopal service and her four granddaughters were the soloists in her songs. During the final reading of the "Song of Simeon"