Monday - January 25
I slept soundly - had no waking visions or recalled dreams - so I thought I had no message for today. But noooo - Mother Nature came in with a bang. As I walked outside early this morning, a flock of robins were all over the yard and in the trees - lots and lots of robins.
Since I get many messages from nature and especially birds, I knew this was one because it was startling to see so many birds. What is the symbolism of robins - renewal, joy, good fortune, and protection. The Blackfoot tribe believed if a flock of robins visited, then the campsite would be safe.
My Take - I was tired last night - not so much physically, but rather mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. I have my own inner concerns, as well as those of people I am around. I know we are in a war, and the outcome is unknown. I look for some clues but have grown weary. To see so many of the robins in my yard was uplifting and a reminder to set my sights high and live in joy. Apparently, I've got a lot of protection, too.
So i was walking in the church yard, Oldest grave 1760, Old trees.
i was walking with my friend who just after xmas lost her sight temporarely and in early january got the possible diagnoses of MS.
A week later, it turns out it might be something more rare, Tuesday she will know from the last tests.
So we are talking about - if her husband can take a make up course - if she’s becomes blind, and her daughter will make sure she keeps her great style.
She says she told her family to start taking pictures with her in them so her youngest won’t forget she used to be active doing stuff - going to the playground.
Our conversation is real - about real things good girlfriends talk about - those who have known each others crisis. At 35 she has had more - than for it to make sense - this should come her way. However she has a sense of humor and a fight - knows what it is like to be reminded to want to live.
And then - the little Robin came. it was one out of a little flock, and it sat on the beautiful ornamented steel fence around the grave stone. like at arms length and it looked at us, fragile and smart. Like us, and for that we greeted each other.
Then shortly after, around the other side, walking on the dirt path - there was a squirrel in the pine literally right above our heads, looking straight at us.
I go to this place a lot,I see lots of animal life, but it was just different today, like nature was reaching out to take care of us.