|Posted on April 7, 2016 at 10:55 PM|
I was moving some old blog pieces to my new blog spot and found this little story I wrote about the blessing these baby birds helped to give me. I decided to reshare.
This picture was taken two years ago. It is a picture of baby birds in a plant that I move from inside my home each spring to sit outside in the shade of the eave of my house. Here's the story...true story.
I woke up this morning with a terrible feeling in the pit of
my stomach. I felt sad, or troubled, like there was some impending doom.
I didn't want to begin my day in such a negative way so I immediately tried to quiet my mind. I "pulled light", a meditation techinique I like to use. It is usually empowering and calming.
This particular morning however, it did not do the trick, at least not immediately. I was having a difficult time shaking this feeling of despair. My vibration was very low. So, I then prayed, asking for guidance and asking for assistance in changing my vibration. I usually meditate after prayer, so that I can calm my mind enough to actually "hear" the whisperings of my soul. Yet, when I rose and dressed, I realized I was still feeling the same blah, troubled feeling.
I went about my usual morning activities and went outside to water my tomato plant and flowers. One of the plants I water is a large ‘Wondering Jew’ potted plant that sits under the eaves of my house just outside the sunroom. A few weeks earlier I’d discovered a bird had built a nest in this pot under the leaves of the plant. Every morning, when I water the plant, the little bird flies out of the nest and then comes back when I walk away. I have peeked inside of the nest a few times and saw five or six beautiful dark blue eggs with white swirls. This day, I peeked in again. . . and was horrified.
Apparently, the baby birds had hatched. And now, the nest, which was very deep, was filled with water and the baby birds were floating under the water, mouths gaping open, still…dead. Gasping, I dropped the hose and stood back, tears coming to my eyes immediately. It may sounds silly to some, but the horror and despair I felt at that moment, knowing I’d killed those sweet new babies just overwhelmed me.
I rushed into the house, crying to my husband about what I’d done. He was slightly sympathetic, trying to convince me that it wasn’t my fault, that I didn’t realize they’d hatched. But all I could think was how stupid I was, that I should have been more careful, that I’d destroyed something beautiful, something innocent. I'd taken away that mother’s current reason for being. If only I could take it all back and do it over again. I knew I was acting was silly. There are so many more serious things going down in the world right now to waste tears over a few baby birds. War, murder, children being hurt and abused, starvation, etc.. My mind went back to the bad feeling I’d started the day with and thought, "Oh no! My bad feelings are perpetuating! What else may go wrong? How do I stop this train?!
My son and granddaughter were visiting and after I’d cried about this for a time, they decided to go out and see the tragic site firsthand. They came back in and reported that my original diagnosis was wrong. The birds were alive, breathing, sleeping, and whatever water had been in the nest had now drained away. It was almost too good to be true and at first I thought maybe they were teasing me. But they had me go see for myself and I came back inside all smiles, a huge weight lifted off my chest. And for the next several hours, that wonderful feeling of relief and elation and joy and miracles and wonder kept coming back to me.
It was then that I realized, my prayer HAD been answered. The feeling of despair was gone. My vibration had indeed risen to soaring heights.And why was it back? How did that happen? It was gratitude. Gratitude was back. My gratitude for life and for every single living thing was back.
I’d asked for help fully believing I’d get it. But I'd left my room feeling disappointed. I'd forgotten to count my blessings. I'd forgotten to be grateful. I'd had a little bit of faith that I would receive help in raising my vibration, which is why I asked for help in the first place. The asking always shows a bit of faith or why would we ask if we didn't believe we would receive and answer? The help I was given was a miracle.
In hindsight, it is so easy to see how all it took to raise my vibration and get rid of the blah feeling was a little divine wisdom shown to me in the form of the miracle of baby birds. I was reminded of the importanace of living in gratitude..... gratiude for each tiny insignificant little life.
And so now, I will say...I am grateful for this small divine intervention that helped me to understand the power of living in gratitude. I am grateful for feeling such a strong spiritual connection and for the absolute knowledge I have that when I appeal to the loving powers that be, I WILL receive just what I need!
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