I stepped out of my house on Thursday morning and I was greeted by brilliant sunlight and frigid air. On this day, these two very different forces of nature seemed to be related to each other, like sisters, and both were startling.
The icy wind grabbed at my exposed face, and the sunlight scratched my eyes. The combination was almost unbearable. My mind, as if presented with a queer puzzle- kept trying to reconcile how it was possible that a place with so much light, could be so cold!
I dropped Juli off at school, and was returning home.
My mind was full...I'd turned off my CD so I could think.
I turned off the main road and into my neighborhood. I was thankful to be in the shade of the trees and out of the coruscating sunlight.
Suddenly, a few yards ahead a flurry of blue iridescent feathers flashed in the corner of my eye.
It was a Bluebird~
I don't know what image pops into your head when you hear the word "Bluebird", but it ought to give you a tingle. I often hear the whispered phrase "Bluebird of happiness", bet even that seems incorrect- or not quite right.
One of my favorite poets, Emily Dickinson, wrote:
Hope is the thing with feathers,
That perches in the soul,
It sings the tune without the words,
And never sleeps at all."
I think that Hope is more powerful than Happiness. And I think that from now on, when I recall the bird in Emily's poem, I will see it as a Bluebird.
All my thoughts turned to the bird as it flew past me and into the trees. I was instantly joyful, hopeful, and cheerful. I told one of my friends, "I felt like God had kissed me."
Bluebird sightings and kisses don't last very long, or at least they never seem to last long enough for me :) But they're not quickly forgotten.
I usually see a few Bluebirds in the spring, but not too many in the dead of winter. No one else was around- the street was quiet...I know that Bluebird was meant for me.
Hope is eternal,
A Sorrowful heart,
Can be gently cured.
Walk with me,
Take my hand-
Hold me close,
Try to understand...
I fall so short,
As do you-
But we can not fail,
If we walk in Truth.
Yes- life is harsh,
And it often stings...
But there's Hope to be found
In a Bluebird's wings.
In times of struggle,
When the grind is tough-
There's a gift on the wind,
But we HAVE TO look up!
So, let's part with a kiss-
I leave mine with you,
In a flurry of iridescent blue~
Hugs and love to you all- and a special smooch for one, a beloved friend- and a sister :)