Oregon Junco You Heard the Call

Little bird you sang my song:
                                      quiet and cool, soft and long.

Thank you darling Gentlemen Junco for your arrival to our paned window was Nora's anniversary of birth to the month and the day.

You arrived on an early dusk, fluttering with message urgency on the pained pane.

You brought our girl home to us in a message from wild earth.

Every morning you arrived with the same quest of see and tell.
Never wavering was our understanding that you were a chaneller of her quell.

You followed us to the garden beds, chattering and chittering a familiar song.

All day long.

I heard, I dug.
You told, you sang.
I cried, I sowed.
You held til Spring's fresh smell bathed the tender beds.

You left us at dusk one month and day later.

We were sad yet feel you each yearly March when the Oregon Juncos find our garden's winter seeds.

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Dear Readers/Healers,

This was a miraculous nature occurrence where we were visited by an male Oregon Junco bird one month to the day of Nora's one month anniversary of birth (March 28, 2007).  Family were present when he arrived and he stayed for exactly one month and a day.

Each morning, as dawn awoke, he would flutter to our Suquamish house back deck that married the main living portion of our home.  He would not sit still.  He would fly back and forth, back and forth against our sliding glass door--just touching the tips of his wings.

The experience only heightened the surreal experience of grieving the death of a baby.  Our baby Nora felt complete with this arrival of a symbolic nature figure--a small winter smart bird.  The whole month was heart turning yet again.  Yet again.

Look for nature, for spirit, for purpose.  Whatever your belief may be, it will manifest.  I know.  I support.  Just listen, just listen and open your heart eyes to see what wants to lead you to more--more than you will ever know.