I just realized there’s a major gap in this journal. I’m putting it down now for the record, but of course you already know. While in meditation, I connected with you. I heard, “Patience. All is coming. Your life is about to change.” When I asked when, the response was, “As early as this spring.” I was worried, fearing a bad annual health check-up or war.
Nope. One week later, a juvenile Sunconure fell down from the sky and into my life. On February 28th, I met a girlfriend for a beach walk and lunch. When we arrived at the hostess stand, we witnessed a colorful bird under attack from some black crows. The parrot fell into a woman’s hair and all hell screeching and swatting broke loose. While I took steps back, my friend went in. A moment later I hear, “Hey, this bird is tame!” I grabbed my camera and snapped pictures. The bird had every chance to escape, but instead sat on our shoulders, stood on the table, and accepted water, spinach, and mandarin oranges.
We used our cell phones to send pictures to the wildlife animal sanctuary. That’s how we learned the breed. This sweet bird didn’t make a peep, comfortable in our safety. The waitress gave us a carton to take home the bird. We drove a mile to the nearest pet store. Darren, part-time resident bird specialist, was in. My friend announced, “We found a bird. We need everything, as if it’s a new puppy!” I felt excited. Darren gathered up a travel cage, food and toys, and began educating us on basic care while assembling it all for us.
My friend and I named the bird Angel. Partly because we don’t know its gender, but also because it came to us so mysteriously. I had my premonition, and my friend dreamt of a colorful rooster coming to her. Then came the Angel numbers. The recommended tip on our lunch receipt was $5.55. At the pet store, our total came to $111. My friend’s dad was born on 1/11. So is my mom! Too many coincidences.
I asked you if you are the bird. Or sent me the bird. You remind me, “Whenever you think of me, I will rise to meet you.” I think this means you can occupy every living thing in that moment if you want to. Or that thought is so powerful, that thinking of you gathers your energy nearby. In either case, my friend and I checked the lost and found web sites and bulletin boards for a few weeks. We called the area avian vets. We finally took the bird in for a microchip scan. None detected. They asked if we’d be willing to keep the bird and we said yes. I’m glad Angel got to stay.
My friend and I decided Angel would live with me since I have only one cat and can give the bird a room to itself. My friend serves as its godmother who helps pay for things, visits, and babysits sometimes. You are right, my life has changed, for the better. I didn’t know I could fall in love with a bird, but I have. It keeps me company, makes me laugh, encourages me to rest, and helps me be more productive. It screams loudly sometimes. This teaches me patience. It’s medium-sized (12 inches).
Thank you for sending me a bird. I notice I’m playing less piano and stopped crying so much. My free time and emotions have shifted. Since the bird requires daily fresh air and sunlight, I bring it and it’s small cage poolside where I swim in the sunlight, gaze into the plants and trees, and sing. This is good on so many levels.