Birdies...
The work being done, and it being in the upper 90s…it was time for the beach today to beat the heat, as they say.
The usual faces were there—friends made out in the lineup and on the beach. Lots of good humor and smiles.
End of the day…was wrapping it up and along comes this butterfly and lands on me and hangs around for about 20 minutes or so. Wouldn’t leave. So, he then goes to my finger and stays there. So, here I am walking about the beach with butterfly on my finger…finally tried to give him to someone else, but rather than do that, he flew away.
And now…for a bedtime story.
Over four years ago, the whole magnitude of reality had all come home to roost in my consciousness, one fine morning. This had been a building process spanning a few decades. Each new revelation regarding the way of earth, its issues, and the forces and energies in play had finally taken their toll. I woke up and went outside in the cold morning air and started crying—a rare thing for me. Very rare. I just put my head in my hands and let it all out.
After a few minutes of this, I opened my eyes…to a miracle of sorts.
All around me, were about a dozen or so birds. Some in the rafters others standing quietly just a foot away—on the ground, on the table, in the air, everywhere. They didn’t make a sound, they were just looking at me….
And they were birds of every kind of species in the area, no two alike either. Morning doves, sparrows, swallows, you name it. They were all there.
In that moment, a wave of love washed over me like never before. Still, I was sorely grieved and unresponsive to this. Then the birds started cooing, as birds I guess do, and wave after wave kept crashing through me.
I’ll remember that day for the rest of my life and beyond.
For it was a clear and vivid message that all are loved, looked after, and as we seek the deeper truths of life, there is always Divinity there to help out.
Since that day, birds, butterflies and all manner of flyers land on me wherever I go. Same with my son Matthew. It usually occurs when we are feeling most loving and joyful. Happily, I hear tell this happens to a great many folks. Glad to hear it.
(the bird is on my boardshorts)
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