thanks love. right now compassion for myself is my main tool. tending the tender heart.
and how fucking amazing to be graced by the grief of claire. to bear witness to all the potential that never made it through. I'm glad she got to share it with you, who did make it through.
Compassion, I think, is some of what's happening here... and just Love.
And I think you bawled, not "balled." Quaking Poplar, not Quaker, lol.
Okay, my edits, but mostly I was moved and it was lovely, because I'd just read a bunch of kind of horrifying stuff before this, and ... this was balm. buttery. soft and sweet. sigh
These times we live in!! We need all the Claires we can find. Thanks for this. xo xo
I can't add anything after reading these beautiful comments.
We don't often realize how much we're missing in the ways of tending to our hearts and the world around us, until it's reflected and expressed. My heart thanks you, dearest, Tonika.
There's more as he docu-mints his fambly stink livin' on a farm...understandin' life cycles an' how sometimes there's some hard reality fer the heart ta bear... an' yet they/we emerge, able ta be renewed, even facin' the stones along our paths...
an' yup, resilient hearts mend as do we an' if we gilt the scars or own the tears (fabric-wise) 'stead of hidin' 'em--the fabric of our lives stays strong!
Happy Easter, Daisy! Thank you for the lovely comment! Now, I didn’t know that the stitching was a part of that while making things more beautiful after being wounded. How cool is that! But by golly, I can’t take anymore dead babies, even lambs! 😭 of course, lots of folks eating lamb for Easter… 😭
I know I know it...so sad but that's why Richard Vobes (with his kiddos) decided ta live on an organic farm fer a while--to see that even with the BEST care, some of the little lambs don't make it...life lesson, sad indeed. I 'member speakin' to a dog breeder 'bout this--even with her amazin' care (she really wuz good!) sometimes a couple pups don't pull thru--like the birdies--we'll never know how/why. (Now when it comes ta the clot shots an' whut THEY do ta the babes that's a true horror...) fwiw re Easter, we have friends from Equador that bought a farm an' are raisin' bunnies--hold onta yer hat--meat bunnies. They are totally self-sufficient. Not sure if I could do that but bless'em--5 kids, an' the best kindest folks--lovin' pet owners. So....lifecycle...all that hard stuff kinda breaks the what we want vs what we git kinda port-rate....
Anywhoo, glad ye liked the Japanese mendin' stitchery! My younger one does it--real purdy on blue jeans--but it's same...owning the rips, tears, scars like fixing the pottery... love it too! (It's also good fer rainy days...all ya need is a cheap xtra long needle an' the thread -- which is super sturdy!) -- free trad patterns on the innertubes 'er make yer own! :-)
"And I would trek a scorched world over a thousand folds for that love, the same one that makes me cry at the sight of dead baby birds because it’s the same soft spots that my shield is made of."
Oh my friend, I am so moved by this post. It's so poignant and raw, so utterly devoid of any defense mechanism whatsoever... I read it twice, just inhaling its goodness. In a world that is scorched by cynicism, a work like this is the gold -- rare and precious -- that knits the pieces of all of us back together. Thank you so much for the soul-filled writing of it and the effort to get it to us. I needed it, without even knowing I did.
I'm going to read it again. I love you. I'm grateful for you. oxoxoxox
I’m a cynic most days, admittedly. But I hope that doesn’t deter most away as my experiences of late have also chipped away at my guards and underneath it revealed a much softer shell, one that only hardens when punched at, much like a non-Newtonian fluid. Thank you for finding n value in that. 🙏
The privilege of having our paths crossed and having you in my life is immense. Thank you for reading this and being moved by it and for being my friend and for being brave in emailing your number to a stranger. But most of all, thank you for providing this universe with the unique lens that is Mary- unapologetic and fierce philosopher and poet. I love you to pieces.
Thank you for sharing this exquisitely poignant, devastating experience and bearing witness to this tragedy with so much heart, Tonika. As a mama to two starlings for nearly twelve and sixteen years respectively, I can say it is not just a pair of birds. They have unique personalities and senses of humor and affection and love and hilarious antics and every much as right to life as we do.
Hey Tonika, my 6th grade "sped" teacher colleague from a different time and place, this was such a touching piece you wrote here. After reading I just wrote you a lovely comment, clicked on something and it disappeared. I doubt I'll be able to replicate it, but I'll just say that after I read your essay, I tuned into PBS to watch "Call the Midwife" (I rarely go there or anywhere on TV anymore) but talk about "tender", this program has always and often brought me to tears over the years. It just seemed a perfect follow up to your story about Claire and her baby doves who didn't make it. When talking about "tenderness", these midwives are the absolute best at being tender and compassionate with the most vulnerable of expectant women of very little means, in extremely difficult circumstances back in the day in a low income section of London. I couldn't see much difference between the baby doves and some of the newborns highlighted on this show. Tonight's show was about a young couple who had given birth to a baby girl with spina bifida. Agonizing for the couple to say the least. We are all connected in our grief at times like this, both animals and humans, having similar experiences. Thanks for sharing your story.
Aw, Ronnie, thank you for keeping the tenderness going. Yes, in a world that weaponises our empathy, it’s a relief to see empathy being the connecting fascia of your humanness and to find strength in that.
I’m also coming around to your stack to catch up- the ladies mentioned it the other day on the call and I must have missed it in my inbox. Looking forward to it!
I tried watching Battlestar when it first came out. I just have next to zero bandwidth for TV. My to-do lists, forever long, tend to leave no room for reasonable breaks, you’d think I just assume a day is twice as long and it doesn’t take into consideration sleeping, eating, or clipping toe nails. I’m a time optimist, Robert.
But I am intrigued by your posit that it would give me a new perspective on AI. I am one of those people that is polite and says thanks - partly because it’s easier to talk to it if it’s a bit more anthropomorphic, and partly so it perhaps kills me swiftly and painlessly when the singularity comes. 😂
This isn't in the bird or animal category but since Ronnie says I'm the keeper of miracles, I think this is the place for this story. I told part of it before: I had a 36" Wolf range that was the bane of my existence for 20 yrs. Despite replacing the igniters, it had to be lit with a match. I was afraid to use the oven because it always seemed ready to explode. I had to turn off the electricity to use the burners or the igniters would keep clicking. It had a small gas leak, did I mention that?
My daughter finally convinced me that I'd paid my dues and I bought a new stove. But when it was delivered, the old Wolf was too heavy for the moving guys to get out. But it happened that my son-in-law's dad does commercial kitchen installation, so they were going to come do it.
At the same time my espresso machine went kaput, and all our internet advice didn't help. The repair shop, who didn't work on machines under $2K, told me to whack it. That didn't work either. So the morning my Wolf was scheduled for the dump, I was at the coffeeshop oversharing my story with the barista, as is my wont.
A woman overheard and said her son was into fixing things and wanted a Wolf. It turned out that his house was on the way back home for my SiL & his dad. Then we figured out that his wife was friends with my daughter in HS. They've since gotten together, and the friend is now expecting her third baby (baby mania, I'm telling ya, depop is failing!)
And the reason I'm telling you this now is that the new owner just sent a photo of my old stove. It's clean and beautiful! He fixed the igniters and found the gas leak. He converted it to propane. I can't believe this gorgeous hunk of metal almost went to the dump!
I don't know why those two baby birds needed to not thrive. But how much better that your mourning dove had someone to mourn with! They could have been out of sight, out of reach, with no one to see their passing. And oh, your poignant stories, Tonika, tug at my mom heart. In some form those baby birds are coming back. Maybe in an even better form.
Dear Tonika...I'm crying all over again. 😭 Life is so tender...with our human friends, animal friends, tree friends, etc. What would life be like if we didn't experience the tender heartaches? Your heart touched Claire's heart, and in turn touched mine, and now everyone else who will read this. We hurt, we cry, and then our energy fields sparkle and expand, flooding the Universal field.
I emailed you back to tell you about a friend who called me yesterday about a dead Cuckoo bird on her balcony, and the fact that a healer she's working with reported that the same day, he also had found a dead Cuckoo bird on his balcony.
And, just now, my friend, Amanda, who writes Whispers on the Wind, messaged me to tell me that a Hawk just flew by her patio and swooped up a Mourning Dove. Feathers flying all around. 😭 I call her Bird Woman because I have never known anyone who (on a daily basis) sees Hawks, Osprey, Eagles, Blue Heron, etc. https://amandagaleotti.substack.com/?utm_source=global-search
Signs and messages abound.
From Ted Andrews' book Animal Speak:
"Birds are the bridge between humans and the divine, the Earth and Heaven. They are the symbols of transcendence, the rising above lower natures. They reflect a taming or rising above a juvenile nature. Oftentimes, liberation from any state of being that is too fixed, final or immature is reflected through bird symbology and appearances. They are the ultimate symbols of transcendence and release from any patterns of existence to a more superior one…Birds are a source of creative imagination, and they have the ability to awaken within us our own flights of magic.”
Gah! I'm so glad you linked to your post because I was at school where "Substack" is considered "mature content" and I can only use the hotspot on my phone to engage with Substack so everything moves at the speed of molasses. I tried searching for your post and then ended up merely linking to your stack. But this is what I was looking for!
And thank you for linking Amanda's work - I promptly subbed after reading two paragraphs. :)
Thank you for emailing me back and sharing your wounds. I want to respond with more thought so I will write back a bit later.
How about that, birds being the bridge between Earth and the divine? Until Claire (Clare? I must have gone back and forth a few times on that spelling), I had never met a bird that liked being touched. I sure do hope this Claire comes back. I didn't want to leave her dead babies out in the open because of flies and the nest was too low so even a rat could get up there. But I don't want her to think that she had no reason to come back either.
I was thinking of doing a special meditation and see if her spirit visits me. I've been meditating more on the weekends since I don't have to wake up so early for school. I will let you know how it goes. :) Thank you, dear heart, for bearing yours and weeping with me. Thank you.
It speaks volumes that Clare/Claire/Clara 🥰 built her nest this spring so low to the ground so you could hang with her. I’m telling you, nothing helps heal a deregulated nervous system more than Birds. And, she will not forget you. My friend who knows these things said they will return year after year if they feel safe with you. They are such Kapha (Ayurveda) birds. 🐦 🧚🥰
Ha! I'd love that! I'd welcome Clare/Claire/Clara any time. She had a bright pink spot right under her neck. I never thought doves had colorings other than brown and gray. And she was soft to the touch. Her feathers felt like down.
interesting about birds as a bridge. 15 years ago I had a question that I wanted God to answer, I had asked it several times in the past and it was the only question I ever asked God that he would not answer. I asked again, way out in the wilderness I was. I heard a verbal answer to my question, shocked to say the least. wanting to press this verbal answer I asked for a miraculous sign to confirm, with the caveat that it not involve a bird: no idea why I added that caveat. About an hour later I came to a swift running stream that I need to cross, and was pondering my least get my feet wet route. About 50 yards down stream there was a bird in the middle of the stream making a ruckus. when the bird was sure I saw it, it dove into the water, coming upstream underwater at a fast rate and surfaced 3 foot from me standing on a rock and said, you have your miracle. It was impossible for any bird to do this.
I gave away all of my possessions and moved half way around the world. I then started to openly heal people. In the past I had always healed in secret.
I hope David forgives me for saying this publicly, but he was one of the people who provided me with energy healings throughout my ordeal. And I've learned how to do that for others. I don't feel like I am any good by myself, but when I link up with people in the aether, I really experience some strange sensations that I direct toward the healing of another.
tender hearts, when I was 9 i found a baby bird on the ground at a sleep over. So baby that he had pink skin and just a few little pins of feathers sticking out. All of the others at the sleep over told me to kill it, that it would not survive. I did not kill it. I fed it mashed up berries and cherries and ground beef when it had feathers. It was a bohemian meadowlark or so I remember my brother telling me. brown with yellow trimmed tail feathers. All summer we were companions, he would perch on my shoulder, fly with me when I was riding my bike. His only bad trait was pooping on my shoulders, fortunately he was a small bird. Late fall came and he was gone south. I was worried about him as he was not afraid of people or my big dog. The following spring he showed up and said hi, that he was getting married and just wanted to check in. Never saw him again (we moved shortly after), but was touched that he stopped to say hello.
thanks love. right now compassion for myself is my main tool. tending the tender heart.
and how fucking amazing to be graced by the grief of claire. to bear witness to all the potential that never made it through. I'm glad she got to share it with you, who did make it through.
🙏 sending compassion your way from my corner of the world too, Natasha. So very nice to see you here. It’s been a long while.
What a beautiful piece of writing.
Compassion, I think, is some of what's happening here... and just Love.
And I think you bawled, not "balled." Quaking Poplar, not Quaker, lol.
Okay, my edits, but mostly I was moved and it was lovely, because I'd just read a bunch of kind of horrifying stuff before this, and ... this was balm. buttery. soft and sweet. sigh
These times we live in!! We need all the Claires we can find. Thanks for this. xo xo
I can't add anything after reading these beautiful comments.
We don't often realize how much we're missing in the ways of tending to our hearts and the world around us, until it's reflected and expressed. My heart thanks you, dearest, Tonika.
Yes our vulnerabilities are our strengths. 😘
Thank you, Kathleen! ❤️ I know you know.
Seein' this on Easter I wuz reminded of Richard Vobes recent piece on lambs that don't make it...
https://odysee.com/@richardvobes:f/lambs-die-sometimes:0
There's more as he docu-mints his fambly stink livin' on a farm...understandin' life cycles an' how sometimes there's some hard reality fer the heart ta bear... an' yet they/we emerge, able ta be renewed, even facin' the stones along our paths...
an' yup, resilient hearts mend as do we an' if we gilt the scars or own the tears (fabric-wise) 'stead of hidin' 'em--the fabric of our lives stays strong!
(https://www.marthastewart.com/1535789/sashiko-japanese-art-mending-fabric-visible-stitches )
Happy Easter Tonika! Blessin's (if you'll take 'em) an' all good wishes yer way!
Happy Easter, Daisy! Thank you for the lovely comment! Now, I didn’t know that the stitching was a part of that while making things more beautiful after being wounded. How cool is that! But by golly, I can’t take anymore dead babies, even lambs! 😭 of course, lots of folks eating lamb for Easter… 😭
I know I know it...so sad but that's why Richard Vobes (with his kiddos) decided ta live on an organic farm fer a while--to see that even with the BEST care, some of the little lambs don't make it...life lesson, sad indeed. I 'member speakin' to a dog breeder 'bout this--even with her amazin' care (she really wuz good!) sometimes a couple pups don't pull thru--like the birdies--we'll never know how/why. (Now when it comes ta the clot shots an' whut THEY do ta the babes that's a true horror...) fwiw re Easter, we have friends from Equador that bought a farm an' are raisin' bunnies--hold onta yer hat--meat bunnies. They are totally self-sufficient. Not sure if I could do that but bless'em--5 kids, an' the best kindest folks--lovin' pet owners. So....lifecycle...all that hard stuff kinda breaks the what we want vs what we git kinda port-rate....
Anywhoo, glad ye liked the Japanese mendin' stitchery! My younger one does it--real purdy on blue jeans--but it's same...owning the rips, tears, scars like fixing the pottery... love it too! (It's also good fer rainy days...all ya need is a cheap xtra long needle an' the thread -- which is super sturdy!) -- free trad patterns on the innertubes 'er make yer own! :-)
Thank you for this. We understand. We feel it. The sadness that holds hands with the joy and to know that we are human because we feel both.
Indeed, April. 😢
"And I would trek a scorched world over a thousand folds for that love, the same one that makes me cry at the sight of dead baby birds because it’s the same soft spots that my shield is made of."
Oh my friend, I am so moved by this post. It's so poignant and raw, so utterly devoid of any defense mechanism whatsoever... I read it twice, just inhaling its goodness. In a world that is scorched by cynicism, a work like this is the gold -- rare and precious -- that knits the pieces of all of us back together. Thank you so much for the soul-filled writing of it and the effort to get it to us. I needed it, without even knowing I did.
I'm going to read it again. I love you. I'm grateful for you. oxoxoxox
I’m a cynic most days, admittedly. But I hope that doesn’t deter most away as my experiences of late have also chipped away at my guards and underneath it revealed a much softer shell, one that only hardens when punched at, much like a non-Newtonian fluid. Thank you for finding n value in that. 🙏
The privilege of having our paths crossed and having you in my life is immense. Thank you for reading this and being moved by it and for being my friend and for being brave in emailing your number to a stranger. But most of all, thank you for providing this universe with the unique lens that is Mary- unapologetic and fierce philosopher and poet. I love you to pieces.
Big sigh of gratitude...🙏🏼
this is an awakened heart. ty for sharing
Thank you for reading. 🤗
🙏
Thank you for sharing this exquisitely poignant, devastating experience and bearing witness to this tragedy with so much heart, Tonika. As a mama to two starlings for nearly twelve and sixteen years respectively, I can say it is not just a pair of birds. They have unique personalities and senses of humor and affection and love and hilarious antics and every much as right to life as we do.
And kintsugi is a concept dear to my heart, one Meredith Miller and I discussed (https://margaretannaalice.substack.com/p/dissident-dialogues-meredith-miller-10-12), and I have frequently returned to it throughout my grieving process (https://margaretannaalice.substack.com/p/mistakes-were-not-made-video-vera).
So thankful for your Apocaloptimistic presence in my life, Tonika. Thank you for caring for these precious beings 🕊
I have a few kintsugi pieces at home. I bought gold dust and export and have mixed them up- they still hold up, years later!
Wow, you'll have to share pics!
Will do!
Hey Tonika, my 6th grade "sped" teacher colleague from a different time and place, this was such a touching piece you wrote here. After reading I just wrote you a lovely comment, clicked on something and it disappeared. I doubt I'll be able to replicate it, but I'll just say that after I read your essay, I tuned into PBS to watch "Call the Midwife" (I rarely go there or anywhere on TV anymore) but talk about "tender", this program has always and often brought me to tears over the years. It just seemed a perfect follow up to your story about Claire and her baby doves who didn't make it. When talking about "tenderness", these midwives are the absolute best at being tender and compassionate with the most vulnerable of expectant women of very little means, in extremely difficult circumstances back in the day in a low income section of London. I couldn't see much difference between the baby doves and some of the newborns highlighted on this show. Tonight's show was about a young couple who had given birth to a baby girl with spina bifida. Agonizing for the couple to say the least. We are all connected in our grief at times like this, both animals and humans, having similar experiences. Thanks for sharing your story.
Aw, Ronnie, thank you for keeping the tenderness going. Yes, in a world that weaponises our empathy, it’s a relief to see empathy being the connecting fascia of your humanness and to find strength in that.
I’m also coming around to your stack to catch up- the ladies mentioned it the other day on the call and I must have missed it in my inbox. Looking forward to it!
We are intelligent because you consider more things than these so called geniuses who are like super computers about a few things.
https://robc137.substack.com/p/left-brain-vs-whole-brain-in-battlestar
Also, if you can get to see the show, it'll give you a new way to see humanity through AI 😂.
I tried watching Battlestar when it first came out. I just have next to zero bandwidth for TV. My to-do lists, forever long, tend to leave no room for reasonable breaks, you’d think I just assume a day is twice as long and it doesn’t take into consideration sleeping, eating, or clipping toe nails. I’m a time optimist, Robert.
But I am intrigued by your posit that it would give me a new perspective on AI. I am one of those people that is polite and says thanks - partly because it’s easier to talk to it if it’s a bit more anthropomorphic, and partly so it perhaps kills me swiftly and painlessly when the singularity comes. 😂
This isn't in the bird or animal category but since Ronnie says I'm the keeper of miracles, I think this is the place for this story. I told part of it before: I had a 36" Wolf range that was the bane of my existence for 20 yrs. Despite replacing the igniters, it had to be lit with a match. I was afraid to use the oven because it always seemed ready to explode. I had to turn off the electricity to use the burners or the igniters would keep clicking. It had a small gas leak, did I mention that?
My daughter finally convinced me that I'd paid my dues and I bought a new stove. But when it was delivered, the old Wolf was too heavy for the moving guys to get out. But it happened that my son-in-law's dad does commercial kitchen installation, so they were going to come do it.
At the same time my espresso machine went kaput, and all our internet advice didn't help. The repair shop, who didn't work on machines under $2K, told me to whack it. That didn't work either. So the morning my Wolf was scheduled for the dump, I was at the coffeeshop oversharing my story with the barista, as is my wont.
A woman overheard and said her son was into fixing things and wanted a Wolf. It turned out that his house was on the way back home for my SiL & his dad. Then we figured out that his wife was friends with my daughter in HS. They've since gotten together, and the friend is now expecting her third baby (baby mania, I'm telling ya, depop is failing!)
And the reason I'm telling you this now is that the new owner just sent a photo of my old stove. It's clean and beautiful! He fixed the igniters and found the gas leak. He converted it to propane. I can't believe this gorgeous hunk of metal almost went to the dump!
I don't know why those two baby birds needed to not thrive. But how much better that your mourning dove had someone to mourn with! They could have been out of sight, out of reach, with no one to see their passing. And oh, your poignant stories, Tonika, tug at my mom heart. In some form those baby birds are coming back. Maybe in an even better form.
Bless
Well, now I definitely have to write about today's adventure. Stay tuned!
I read it! Gave me a good laugh!
Dear Tonika...I'm crying all over again. 😭 Life is so tender...with our human friends, animal friends, tree friends, etc. What would life be like if we didn't experience the tender heartaches? Your heart touched Claire's heart, and in turn touched mine, and now everyone else who will read this. We hurt, we cry, and then our energy fields sparkle and expand, flooding the Universal field.
I emailed you back to tell you about a friend who called me yesterday about a dead Cuckoo bird on her balcony, and the fact that a healer she's working with reported that the same day, he also had found a dead Cuckoo bird on his balcony.
And, just now, my friend, Amanda, who writes Whispers on the Wind, messaged me to tell me that a Hawk just flew by her patio and swooped up a Mourning Dove. Feathers flying all around. 😭 I call her Bird Woman because I have never known anyone who (on a daily basis) sees Hawks, Osprey, Eagles, Blue Heron, etc. https://amandagaleotti.substack.com/?utm_source=global-search
Signs and messages abound.
From Ted Andrews' book Animal Speak:
"Birds are the bridge between humans and the divine, the Earth and Heaven. They are the symbols of transcendence, the rising above lower natures. They reflect a taming or rising above a juvenile nature. Oftentimes, liberation from any state of being that is too fixed, final or immature is reflected through bird symbology and appearances. They are the ultimate symbols of transcendence and release from any patterns of existence to a more superior one…Birds are a source of creative imagination, and they have the ability to awaken within us our own flights of magic.”
This was the post that began our Mourning Dove journeys together: https://barbarasinclair.substack.com/p/a-healing-dream?utm_source=publication-search
Big Love to you, my friend, and thank you for sharing your tender heart with us all. 💗
Gah! I'm so glad you linked to your post because I was at school where "Substack" is considered "mature content" and I can only use the hotspot on my phone to engage with Substack so everything moves at the speed of molasses. I tried searching for your post and then ended up merely linking to your stack. But this is what I was looking for!
And thank you for linking Amanda's work - I promptly subbed after reading two paragraphs. :)
Thank you for emailing me back and sharing your wounds. I want to respond with more thought so I will write back a bit later.
How about that, birds being the bridge between Earth and the divine? Until Claire (Clare? I must have gone back and forth a few times on that spelling), I had never met a bird that liked being touched. I sure do hope this Claire comes back. I didn't want to leave her dead babies out in the open because of flies and the nest was too low so even a rat could get up there. But I don't want her to think that she had no reason to come back either.
I was thinking of doing a special meditation and see if her spirit visits me. I've been meditating more on the weekends since I don't have to wake up so early for school. I will let you know how it goes. :) Thank you, dear heart, for bearing yours and weeping with me. Thank you.
It speaks volumes that Clare/Claire/Clara 🥰 built her nest this spring so low to the ground so you could hang with her. I’m telling you, nothing helps heal a deregulated nervous system more than Birds. And, she will not forget you. My friend who knows these things said they will return year after year if they feel safe with you. They are such Kapha (Ayurveda) birds. 🐦 🧚🥰
Ha! I'd love that! I'd welcome Clare/Claire/Clara any time. She had a bright pink spot right under her neck. I never thought doves had colorings other than brown and gray. And she was soft to the touch. Her feathers felt like down.
Pink!!! That's AMAZING! 🩷
interesting about birds as a bridge. 15 years ago I had a question that I wanted God to answer, I had asked it several times in the past and it was the only question I ever asked God that he would not answer. I asked again, way out in the wilderness I was. I heard a verbal answer to my question, shocked to say the least. wanting to press this verbal answer I asked for a miraculous sign to confirm, with the caveat that it not involve a bird: no idea why I added that caveat. About an hour later I came to a swift running stream that I need to cross, and was pondering my least get my feet wet route. About 50 yards down stream there was a bird in the middle of the stream making a ruckus. when the bird was sure I saw it, it dove into the water, coming upstream underwater at a fast rate and surfaced 3 foot from me standing on a rock and said, you have your miracle. It was impossible for any bird to do this.
I gave away all of my possessions and moved half way around the world. I then started to openly heal people. In the past I had always healed in secret.
Amazing, David! Thank you for sharing. 🦅 We don’t always get the signs we want, do we? I think of that every time I find a mouse in the barn… 😳
I hope David forgives me for saying this publicly, but he was one of the people who provided me with energy healings throughout my ordeal. And I've learned how to do that for others. I don't feel like I am any good by myself, but when I link up with people in the aether, I really experience some strange sensations that I direct toward the healing of another.
you are out of the closet now girl. I always love it when you and Frankie join me in healings.
It might be him doing the heavy lifting! 😂
Frankie is the perfect definition of awesome. I would listen to anything he wanted to tell me.
mice have their purpose.
😍😍😍
tender hearts, when I was 9 i found a baby bird on the ground at a sleep over. So baby that he had pink skin and just a few little pins of feathers sticking out. All of the others at the sleep over told me to kill it, that it would not survive. I did not kill it. I fed it mashed up berries and cherries and ground beef when it had feathers. It was a bohemian meadowlark or so I remember my brother telling me. brown with yellow trimmed tail feathers. All summer we were companions, he would perch on my shoulder, fly with me when I was riding my bike. His only bad trait was pooping on my shoulders, fortunately he was a small bird. Late fall came and he was gone south. I was worried about him as he was not afraid of people or my big dog. The following spring he showed up and said hi, that he was getting married and just wanted to check in. Never saw him again (we moved shortly after), but was touched that he stopped to say hello.
Thank you for sharing this, David! You have stories of a hundred lifetimes to tell!
This is so precious...