Sacred Moment - Synchronicity - Little Bird

Sacred Moment

Synchronicity

Little Bird

I looked up at the clear blue expanse of sky this morning as I swam a modified back stroke in the outdoor university pool. I thanked Father Sky for protecting Mother Earth and for bringing us the Sun, the Moon, the Stars, the Clouds, the Rain, and the wind. I thanked the winged creatures for their gifts.

After I got home and took a shower, I opened my earring box. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and asked my helping spirits, “Who will I represent today?” I put my hand into the box and pulled out my metal feather earring. I thanked my winged helping spirits as I put the earring on.

Our dog stood by the front door barking, as I walked down the stairs. I went to the front door to see what made Ginger bark. I saw Denise crouching near the ground, under the camellia tree, holding something in her hand. I opened the front door and stepped out. She turned her head very slowly. “I have a bird,” she whispered. She told me that the bird had crashed into our glass front door. 

I stood behind her and shape-shifted into something less frightening than a human. I called on Mother Earth to move through me to bring healing to the little winged creature in Denise’s hand. Denise took great care in standing up and moving into the sunshine. She sat down on the grass. I walked slowly and stood next to her. I drew healing energy from Mother Earth through me and directed it to the little gray bundle in Denise’s hand.

The little brownish gray bird blinked. The top of his head sported a brushstroke of reddish brown. His wings glistened with a splash of iridescent green on their sides. He turned his head to the left to look at Denise and then lifted it higher to look at me. He turned his head to the right and stared at Denise and then at me. He blinked again a few more times. He seemed content to sit and get his bearings.

I continued to hold sacred space while feeding healing energy from Mother Earth to the little winged creature. The sun warmed our backs. Denise moved her hand into the sunshine. The bird’s colorful highlights shone more clearly. The little bird opened his beak, turned his head back and forth, and attempted to move its wings. It rested a moment and then he flew into the nearby hedge under our elm tree.

I wished the little winged earthling well. I thanked the helping spirits. Denise stood up and gave me a heartfelt gaze with her beautiful blue eyes.

“That was a sacred moment,” she said.

How are YOU going to save the world?

 

I am often gladdened by their response. Most are aware that they are responsible for saving the world in whatever way they can. Most tell me the little things that they are already doing. That gives me hope.

On Trump's Election

Shock and confusion slithered up my legs and into the pit of my stomach as I watched the election results on the TV. Disappointed sat on my chest making me want to cry when the TV announcer said that Hillary had conceded.
Did more than half of my fellow Americans really elect Trump, a man who spews hate and bigotry?

The fire of hate and bigotry needs negative fuel. I shall not feed it. 

I went to bed bewildered, worrying about the future, about what will happen to my fellow earthlings if Trump follows through with what he has campaigned to do. 

Worry and fear woke me in the middle of the night. We battled. They wore me out and I fell back into a restless sleep. Chirping birds, blue sky and warm sunshine woke me up. "Only now exists," they said in unison. "Be love. Be compassion. Feed your dream of a loving and diverse humanity. Radiate joy in our diverse humanity. Boldly step into being the ONES we have been waiting for."

The Crows

 Dawn spread her fingers through the morning greyness
As I rode my bicycle to the pool.
The cool morning air filled my lungs
While crows made fun of the swimming bag on my back.
"No food falls from the bag," they cawed.
"Silly man rolls down the street without singing his song."
The crows caw at me at the pool
as I swim, and float, and fly in the water.
Crows stand on the wall judging my flight,
my floating and my strokes.
"He's pretty in the water with his skinny featherless wings.
Hey you! Down there!," they caw
"Sing your song to the water spirit.
Sing it loud, Sing it from your heart."

Goodbye Aunt Elsie

"I'm thirsty,” Aunt Elsie said. I took her hand in mine. I lifted the covers off her legs and pulled her legs over the side of the bed and then helped her sit up. There was little difference in the thickness of her legs and thighs. Her facial skin cellophaned itself around her jaw bone. I removed the glass of 7 Up from the little black table by her bed and handed it to her. She cupped the glass in her right hand and only took a small sip. She pushed the glass forward for me to take. I took it and handed her a Kleenex.

She put her left hand down and I helped her lie down. Her son, Mickio, came and helped cover her. I knelt down next to the bed and held her hand.

"Who do you want to meet you when you cross over?" I asked. "Your parents, my mom, Lucia, and your other sisters?"

She thought for a moment. "My mom and dad," she said. Her gaze went inward. Her pupils were large. A bright blue ring surrounded them. "I'm having a hard time remembering what my mom looked like," she said.

"You were only 7 or 8 when she died," I said.

I stroked her head. She closed her eyes and went to sleep.

I went into the living room to talk with Mickio. He complained about how much money he was spending on his daughter.

"Your words are complaining but you face is full of pride." I said.

A smile beamed on his face. "Ya, I am proud of her," he said.

It wasn't long before I had to leave to catch the train. I went into the den where Aunt Elsie was sleeping. I got down on both knees to get close to her face. She opened her eyes.

"I love you, Aunt."

"I love you too," she said. "Tell Denise that I love her too."

I stood up, leaned over, and kissed her cheek. "I have to go. Good Bye. I love you, Aunt," I said

"I Love you too," she said. "Drive safe."

I let go of her hand, stroked her head one last time and walked out.

Aunt Elsie is my mother's younger sister. She died on March 6, 2016

What If…

What If…

I hate What Ifs.

That question haunts me, taunts me,

dragging tears down my face

and twisting my stomach into knots.

All day long the What Ifs hound me.

New ones wake me up at night.

What if I had called? What if I had been there?

What if, what if, what if…

STOP!

The What Ifs are not levers

to a time machine that rectifies,

That deletes, that cheats death.

What ifs can not, do not, will not

Restore life.

And yet, they march, uninvited

Into my day and linger long into the night.

What if they just went away?

Stranger in the Mirror

I look at the stranger in the mirror.

Where have I seen him before?

The face is only slightly familiar to me.

I would not recognize this face,

If I saw it coming toward me.

I have not seen THIS face before.

This face that has only eyebrow hair,

Is a stranger to me.

He stares at me from my mirror

Wondering who is looking at him.

Who do I see in that face?

My parents play peek-a-boo

In that elder’s face

That mirrors back to me.

 

If I were you and you were me

 

If I were you and you were me

Would I like you and would you like me?

Would we like what we'd see?

Perhaps not, but then, maybe so!

Yes? No?

Would I love you or would I hate you?

Would I praise you or condemn you?

After a time, I do believe,

A different reality I would perceive.

I would know you and I would love you.

I would delight in who you are.

For I would see that the totality of my experiences

Is what make me me.

 

Be a Blessing Today

When we start our day with gratitude to the Creator for our life and we state, "I am a blessing," we put into motion our becoming a blessing.