Six years ago, the morning I heard of my mother's death, I went
walking in my neighborhood to try and calm myself. Her death was sudden; unexpected. I was about a mile from my house when two huge
blue herons flew overhead, landed in a tree above my head, and watched me. Although I live a block from Shoal Creek, I'd
never seen herons in my neighborhood before.
I was overwhelmed by the sight of these birds; it brought on the
tears. Oceans of tears. I felt the spirit of my parents in these
birds. I dismissed the fact that my
parents didn't get along -- everyone gets along in the spirit world! After that, whenever I saw a heron, I'd think
of my mother.
It hadn't happened again from that day to this though I've
kept my eyes open for such a recurrence.
Until this morning! On that same
walk, walking past that same tree, a huge blue heron flew over my head and
landed right there. It wasn't watching
me directly at first. In fact, it was
having a bit of trouble finding its balance on the branch. I immediately thought of my mother's balance
issues in later life. (As an aside, Mum
and I decided that children "fall down" but older folks "take a
fall." As in, "Poor old thing,
she lost her balance and took a fall.")
Well, there was Mum this morning, in heron form, having a bit of trouble
staying upright. At last, she managed
it, turned her head and looked right at me.
The cynics among you will say it's a coincidence but I'm
open to the wonder of synchronicity.
I've been thinking about Mum pretty much constantly, about her life and
her part in my life, since her
anniversary last week. I'm quite
prepared to believe that God, the Universe and the Powers-that-be arranged a
little visit on my behalf. I accept good
omens in every shape and form! Blessed,
that's me, blessed!
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| Not my picture but My Mother The Heron looks like a little like this |
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