Photo by Marie-Louise Myburgh.
wh The other day I was driving back home after a meeting that was both sweet and heart-wrenching. I was full of emotions and trying to listen to what was stirring in my heart, that i might discern just what was mine and what was not, just where i wanted to head and what i needed to be alert to. I was trying to listen to the quiet voice inside me that knows but that is so often lost in the clamour of what i am seeing and dealing with that I miss it's instruction.
Without warning, from the left hand side of the road came a Kotare or Kingfisher and it flew straight into the car. I heard the thud as it hit and looked to see it tumble, lifeless, into the middle of the road.
When it was safe to do so i turned around and went back to it, stopped and got out to retrieve it from the road. If it had stayed there it would have got ground into the tarseal and i could take it home and bury it with kindness instead, it was the least i could do.
Glorious in its shimmers of blue and green, buttery gold and cream the limp little bird fitted easily into my hand, its black eyes wide open, it seemed so recently dead that life had not left it.
I gently placed it on my lap and covered it with a soft cloth bag which was in the front seat and i said a little prayer to say sorry. I drove off, turning off the radio to make it quiet and soft in the car. With my hand gently on the bird i could feel its warmth and suppleness and after a few minutes was amazed to feel it begin to wriggle a little.
It was still alive. I thought it must have been very damaged by the impact and although i would usually take it to the amazing Bird Recovery Centre this time i decided to take it to a quiet area close by with trees and ready supplies of water. It wouldn't be too far from its territory if it by some miracle recovered.
I talked gently to the bird until i got to the safe spot and carried it bag and all out to some shade under big totara trees. I quietly removed the bag from its head and propped it up, rearranging its wings and smoothing its feathers. I didn't want to stress it anymore so walked away wishing it well and headed to town to pick up my girl.
When i told Isla she was happy to go and check so half an hour after dropping it off i stopped the car and made my way back to the totara. There was the bag but no Kotare. The bird had recovered enough to fly away.
The blessing of this in the midst of this tumultuous time made me rapturous and because i believe that "life is oracular" to quote Fabeku Fantumise , I began to mine this gift of life for messages.
Although hit, it might not be the end.
Moving away from imminent danger gives us a chance.
Rest and waiting can be powerful medicine.
I also understand the Kotare is the holder of the quality of vigilance in the Wisdom of the Four Winds cards which i highly recommend.
Without warning, from the left hand side of the road came a Kotare or Kingfisher and it flew straight into the car. I heard the thud as it hit and looked to see it tumble, lifeless, into the middle of the road.
When it was safe to do so i turned around and went back to it, stopped and got out to retrieve it from the road. If it had stayed there it would have got ground into the tarseal and i could take it home and bury it with kindness instead, it was the least i could do.
Glorious in its shimmers of blue and green, buttery gold and cream the limp little bird fitted easily into my hand, its black eyes wide open, it seemed so recently dead that life had not left it.
I gently placed it on my lap and covered it with a soft cloth bag which was in the front seat and i said a little prayer to say sorry. I drove off, turning off the radio to make it quiet and soft in the car. With my hand gently on the bird i could feel its warmth and suppleness and after a few minutes was amazed to feel it begin to wriggle a little.
It was still alive. I thought it must have been very damaged by the impact and although i would usually take it to the amazing Bird Recovery Centre this time i decided to take it to a quiet area close by with trees and ready supplies of water. It wouldn't be too far from its territory if it by some miracle recovered.
I talked gently to the bird until i got to the safe spot and carried it bag and all out to some shade under big totara trees. I quietly removed the bag from its head and propped it up, rearranging its wings and smoothing its feathers. I didn't want to stress it anymore so walked away wishing it well and headed to town to pick up my girl.
When i told Isla she was happy to go and check so half an hour after dropping it off i stopped the car and made my way back to the totara. There was the bag but no Kotare. The bird had recovered enough to fly away.
The blessing of this in the midst of this tumultuous time made me rapturous and because i believe that "life is oracular" to quote Fabeku Fantumise , I began to mine this gift of life for messages.
Although hit, it might not be the end.
Moving away from imminent danger gives us a chance.
Rest and waiting can be powerful medicine.
I also understand the Kotare is the holder of the quality of vigilance in the Wisdom of the Four Winds cards which i highly recommend.
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