A Bird in the Hand

cardinal 1Coffee in the sun room in the morning is quite a normal event and the entertainment outside our window is a host of birds which frequent the feeders in our yard.  Once in a while one of the birds will misjudge and fly into the window.  Today was one of those morning and a juvenile cardinal hit the window hard.

We often find ourselves going out to their rescue and usually after a few moments of holding them in our hands, they will come out of their startled state and flit off.

This morning this little guy was not so eager to get going again.  His wings were not broken and he was moving but he just seemed to want to stay in my hand.

When I realized he was not going anywhere I covered his head so he wouldn’t be sCardinal 2tartled and went back to the house to grab my phone so I could take his picture.  He was quite content on the journey and even after we went back to the yard he was happy in my hand.  I pet him and talked to him for a while and finally he decided to take a jump.  He was a little wobbly and only made it a few feet to the bird bath.

I walked past the bath and offered him my finger because he still seemed a bit confused.  He jumped on and we went for a little stroll around the garden and onto the patio.  From there he could see the row of cedars which are most likely his home and off he went.

What a blessed way it was to begin my day.

cardinal 3One of the things I have been learning about in my work toward becoming a spiritual director is animal totems.  Those of you who know me and know the struggle I have had the last few days writing an essay about the gifts I have which prepare me for this work and study may find this link to the animal totem of the cardinal particularly meaningful.  I sent the essay right after my meeting with the bird but did not read the totem until now.  

I am moved.  This meeting with the cardinal was not by chance.  

Animal totems   Native Animal Totems 


About Peggy Guiler

You just never know what show up on my blog. As the name implies it is about the stuff of life just like Spilt Milk. Everyday events spark thought and contemplation. Special events in the community, the country or the world may strike a cord and get me talking. Sometimes it's about people in my life or circumstances, sometimes about my garden, sometimes about a book or a political issue. Always it's about something I am passionate about. In my business, River of Hope Enterprises (www.riverofhopeenterprises.com), I work as an "Certified Coach" (International Coach Federation), a trainer, consultant and speaker. and as a spiritual director. I also drive a school bus to keep the wolf from the door while I build my business. I love the kids on the bus (most of the time). My family is grown and I have three grandkids who thrill my heart but I don't get to see any of them very often. Circumstances of life have made "family" difficult. My son died by suicide at age 16 in 2000 and the strain on our family relationships since has been huge. Mental health is a field where I worked for almost 22 years and where I still do some consulting and training. That combined with my own battle with depression and my son's death weave together to form some of my greatest soap box items: suicide intervention, suicide bereavement and peer support in mental health are right on the top of my list. Social justice is an underlying passion. Keeping the wolf from the door as a single parent was full-time work and my career path as a journalists was augmented with cleaning contracts, cooking, retail clerk, and bartending. I have known hard work and am grateful for the experience and perspective it has given me. A firmly grounded faith and a passion for learning has now taken me toward a new field as a Spiritual Director and I am soon adding to that a license to marry people. As I move toward retirement I am very aware that I have to keep working so I chose to do things which will meet my modest financial needs and also my love of supporting people in their life journey. Woven into all of this is my love of writing. Trained as a Journalist, and having worked in the field as a freelance news writer for many years, I have a great love for writing. This blog is a new beginning for me. As I hone my skills and begin to form a daily discipline of writing I hope it will lead to more writing in the future.
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3 Responses to A Bird in the Hand

  1. What a wonderful way to start the day. It sounds like the bird thought so as well.

  2. I hate it when birds fly into windows I feel so helpless! Good to know that this one came to know harm and yes, I totally believe in animal totems, particularly birds…

    • Peggy Guiler says:

      Often they are just stunned and if you hold them for a while, especially in winter so they don’t freeze, they will be fine. Of course if you leave them they may die before the shock wears off either due to cold or predators.

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