Robin, Eye of the Windstorm

I listen to the birds. I pay attention to them as they flit across the windows, while I am washing dishes, or staring aimlessly needing an internal moment. I look to admire, to listen, and to pay attention to any messages they carry for me.

Birds are some of the most flirtatious creatures! They will chirp, as I think…looking for your mate? Oh wait! You see me! You are chirping and bouncing for my smile! Thank You! They show up to entertain, to make me laugh, smile, wonder, and hope.

Today I will talk about a very brave robin.

It is Valentine’s Day. I have been dealing with all manner of things in fluctuation. Where I am living next? How am I getting there? Here is my landlord asking me questions about my things and when am I leaving and where to. I am already late for seeing my mother. But I feel a compulsion to answer honestly. At last, I am out the door.

It is the windiest day of this Indiana winter. She is a strong, cold wind.  I pull out the BIG coat and am in such a flurry, I forget my scarf. When I discover this, I utilize the throat protection of the big coat. My long hair provides insulation.  I hope. The car tells me she’s cold too. We warm up together.

As I pull up to the residence my mother is in, I see ...is this a life-sized picture of a coyote held up my wooden posts jammed into the snow ridden earth? Yes it is.

I get out of the car. As I walk towards the entrance… “Oh…another...life-sized…coyote?”

I get to my mother inside and the energy is go go go!  (I do inquire with my mother about life-sized coyote pictures. She says they are up to scare away the multitudes of Canadian geese which have been using the restroom all over the building grounds.)

Onto being the cab and getting maps of a city I am not familiar with anymore. This is my Indianapolis re-acquaintance.  I go with my mother, who is happy and lovely dressed up in her red sweater, red lipstick, and red feathers on her doorway. We get her coat …and as we sign out ...the receptionist gives me a Wi-Fi code for the internet! Maps!  Out into this blustery day we go…past the life sized coyote cut-out.

And as I stride into the wind....past the trees...I see him. And he sees me.

A puffed up robin is clutching a bare tree branch that is bobbing up and down with every wind tunnel arrival. I am amazed. He is brave. He is bold. His feathers are as puffed up as by big big coat. I wonder if he is tired, cold, and needs to take a moment in this wind freeze. I continue staring, wondering, and I find myself connecting. It is this moment where I know we are.  We just look at each other, one soul to another. I feel it….I know it…. pure acknowledgement. It is calm inside me, inside this energy tunnel between the two of us. The wind furies around us.

I proceed to the car. The robin flies on. We are on route to our destinations. A little piece of universal calm just said “Hello…You got this.” That’s right robin…we do.

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© Dalah Nyx Ostara, 2015