Birds are creatures who nurture and protect their young most diligently. Nurture yourself. Nurture those around you.
Nurture those you have contact with.
And drum with me a farewell to my little friend, whom I only knew for a few moments today.
You could have had a melodious, bubbling song, but now you never will,
except for in my ears.
You could have had little bobbing movements when you chirped
that expressed the joy of life.
Not anymore except for in my heart.
Wren, Bran's Sparrow -- you were one moment, and the next you were
blood and guts smashed on the street.
The person who hit you probably doesn't even know it.
Thunderbird now carries you through the skys and the Dreamtime.
All my relations, I call on you to witness the bright moment that was this little one's life.
Only the four humans -- me; the lady who took you out of my hat where you originally landed and accidently put you on the wrong side of the sidewalk; and the other two ladies who watched you get hit unable to do anything about it -- knew of you.
I sang and danced my song of farewell for you, while two others cried. The other people on the street looked at me like I was crazy -- Except for the one other lady, who pulled you out of my hat -- she who was ready to rush into the street and try to save you -- just as I was ready to do at that instant.
I looked at her afterward and spoke softly to her, knowing she probably didn't understand what I was saying -- we speak different languages. But words are only 7% of what we communicate, the other 93% is nonverbal, and my spirit flowed with the nonverbal.
"It's all right. You did the best you could. I did the best I could."
I know not why the little one picked my hat to fall into apparently on its first flight out of the nest.
All my relations, it is never an accident or coincidence when one of you comes to me.
I wish I could have done more than just giving the song of farewell.
It is one of the reasons I had to leave animal rescue because so many of my animal relations came to me on the brink of death, asking for companionship and awareness in their final movement. My heart couldn't take it after it happened so often ...
All my relations, in the spirit of your messenger, and so someone other than me will know of the beauty that was this little one's life I will share this with any human that chances upon my written words:
Live your life to the fullest. Protect yourself when necessary. Trust your intuition. And remember to explore reality with an open mind and heart to find your own truth.
Birds are creatures who nurture and protect their young most diligently. Nurture yourself. Nurture those around you.
Nurture those you have contact with. Be aware. Awareness is a most priceless gift.
Awareness is not fixing. It is not healing. It is not making things better.
Awareness is using yourself to express "You have meaning."
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