Strange how we plan and plan, then the universe drops an injured baby bird on my lap and so I drop all plans for bird-sitting.
Furball was barely breathing when I found him. He was going to die, I understood that and accepted it. I held him in my hands and meditated with much greater intention I ever had before, carrying a childish hope that my energy will heal him. Or if he has to go that he goes in peace, with all the love I give to him.
This sounds crazy but my palms started heating up so much, his tiny heart beat louder, so loud it was ringing in my ears. For a split second with closed eyes I had a vision of flying between trees in a forest. It was the most wonderful second ever. And when I placed him on my heart space, he ruffled his feathers and suddenly blinked open his eyes and crawled to my heart. His eyes are huge and they blink so softly. His breath was gentle again.
We stayed together all day, him on my fingers when I walked and on my heart when I rest.. he kept crawling back to the heart. It is so beautiful learning about the power of love and heartbeat from a baby bird. Furball spread his wings again when we were by the beach. He took off with the wind, made an infinity sign dance in the air and disappeared into the skies.
A local lady told me a momma bird was calling very loudly for her child that morning I found Furball. I hope he finds his mummy and I wish him safe adventures, to take in and enjoy all the beauty of nature around him. His soft blinking black eyes I will not forget💧
SHENAYOGA 