Today it has really struck me just how grateful I am every day for this beautiful land which Ron and I reside on and call home. During my morning pages (where I sit and put pen to paper and write about anything and everything) I contemplated the amount of bird life around me at 7 am in the garden, I contemplated how each and every individual bird has its unique voice. A unique message.
When Ron and I went to feed our new shetland ponies their breakfast, we were blessed to witness 3 fairy wrens busy, the parents were teaching their young how to make the most of the ground beneath the tree they were nesting in. Investigating and exploring each moment to the fullest.
I felt a sense of catharsis as I watched the birds frolicking.
My Dad loved birds and introduced me to bird watching and his beloved bird book when I was a child. Dad owned a pair of binoculars and usually sat on the verandah on a Sunday morning or late afternoon he would be using them to look into the trees around our house on Granite Island.
Reflecting back to that time, it fills my heart with joy and sadness at the same time, I miss my dear dad and his wonderful way of being. Not only did Dad love birds, and painting them, he loved flying – so much so that he learned to fly planes. As he grew old he used to tell me he was going to fly his plane to his death, he would just go flying one day and fly home. That dream happened but he never needed a plane, because he became too old to fly a plane and could not renew his pilot’s licence. Instead, he grew his own wings.
My dear mother also grew her wings and flew and she was able to get a message to me about her journey over to the other side, in chapters 52 and 53 of my book Spirit Being Human, I share that story about Mum’s flight home.
Like the birds we frolic on the earth for a short time, then we get to fly home.
Awareness, in the moment, is key to receiving messages from the Universe or Mother Nature. Be fully immersed in your place, sensing the environment around you, the colours, the smells, the songs understand the language of light when it hits your heart and soul. Make no mistake she is talking to you dear one, you, in this very moment.
Image: Male fairy wren, courtesy of Birds of the World website