Tiny friend

Question: What’s missing in this photo?

Answer: A diminutive, red breasted scarlet robin sitting on my head singing a song.

Every morning I start my day off by first going over to sit on the Ancestral bench for a few moments, meditating and thanking the ancestral spirits for protecting this property.

This morning, I sort of felt a bit defeated at the prospect of people ever living in peace with the world let alone with themselves. Worse still, I felt no energy towards contributing anything to the global peace process. I just wanted to stay at home.

However, with eyes closed trying to wake up my heart and mind to move into the work of the day, my thoughts slowly turned into a simple prayer.

A simple prayer confiding that all I really wanted was to just be guided into a gentle awareness of how to be totally “at one” with those sentient beings around me here at Windgrove; where boundaries were fluid and I could dissolve my tiny self into a greater whole; where, if I were to live in peace with anyone or anything, it would begin here.

With eyes still closed, a peace dropped over me as the earlier anxieties evaporated. I opened my eyes and, as I gazed out across the pond to the spiral of hope, a little bird landed on my head. I didn’t know what kind of bird it was, but I could feel its tiny feet prancing lightly on my skull. Then it began to sing. “Chirp, chirp, chirp.”

The sensation was….. was…. well….. just wonderful.

When it flew off revealing itself as a scarlet robin, I smiled a big smile and then laughed as I put my hand on top of my head to feel if my friend had left a small white gift behind.