When Spirit Finds You in The Middle of Chaos
Today I preformed the final rites for a bird. I didn’t even see the bird at first. It was my kids who pointed it out. “Mommy, there’s a dead bird over there.” But I was moving... trying to juggle the day, tend to the babies, pack up the car, hold everything together. I heard them, but I didn’t respond. Not fully. It wasn’t until I got everybody settled. Well, as settled as kids crying and shifting energy can be, that the thought returned. “The bird.” So I got out the car, walked across garden, and there it was. A blue jay. Still. Beautiful. Whole. No signs of violence or struggle. Just… gone. And I didn’t hesitate. I found my lil garden tool not even a proper shovel... dug a space in the dirt. Used a plastic bag to gently pick it up. And as I did, something moved through me. My mouth tightened. My jaw flinched. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t disgust. It was something spiritual. Like energy being pulled or pushed through me, and my body catching the signal. Still, I picked it up. Laid i...
