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After Wildcatter Ranch, we went to see The Cliffs. More city-slicker style, if you ask me, this resort is built on the… yes…cliffs by Possum Kingdom Lake – a clear water lake that is absolutely breathtaking. It has a ‘real’ spa, a golf course, and all the ‘city’ things that make things easier. Nothing against ‘roughin’ it’ – I just prefer to be pampered – I am the Queen of Dreams after all!
While at the Cliffs, we saw a bird that I see so often but have never known what kind of bird it is. I asked, and Kathy knew right away – it was a Robin.
I felt so happy to FINALLY know what these little mommy birds at our house are – they come around often and they sit with me – seemingly not afraid at all of me. They feel supportive and sweet. I feel assured and reassured with them. In that moment, I felt so happy! The one we saw I believe was a boy – he had much more distinct markings than those at home – and how be-you-tee-full he was!
The robin redbreast is a bird of Spring, a time of new growth and new beginnings. It flies into our lives on the winds of change asking us to weed our personal gardens and plant new seeds for our future. Rebirth and renewal require changes in all areas of life that have become stagnant and outdated. The robin redbreast teaches us to how to make these changes with joy in our hearts. Its song is a happy one reminding us to let go of our personal drama and learn to laugh with life. If this medicine is underdeveloped those with this totem are continually challenged by the prospects of change. Difficulties arise and emotional discord can surface. Learning how to release our attachments to the old is one of the life lessons the redbreast helps us master.
This bird packs a powerful punch. It holds strong significance in ancient myth and lore. One legend had its origins in European mythology, in which the bird of Spring was associated with the New Year and represented divine sacrifice and the rebirth of the spirit.
In Medieval Europe the robin redbreast was often depicted attending the Christ child, an emblem of the Passion to come. It was told how, at that fateful hour, it was the tiny robin who flew to Jesus’ Crown of Thorns, striving valiantly to pluck the spines away with his beak. Unfortunately the bird succeeded only in tearing his own breast on the thorns. Ever since then it was thought that all robins wore red feathers on their bosoms as a badge of honor. The robin redbreast is a bird of divine service. Those with this totem often have past life ties to the Christ energy. They make excellent priests and missionaries.
The red coloring of the robins chest is linked to the kundalini in man. This life force lives coiled up within the base of the spine. When sufficient spiritual growth has been attained it uncoils, rising up the spine to create heightened awareness. This process enhances psychic vision which leads us into enlightenment. Those with this medicine are dedicated spiritual seekers. Growth can be slow and arduous. With patience, compassion and proper focus spiritual ideals are achieved.
Robins lay powder blue eggs. This is the color associated with the throat chakra in man. It is also linked to heavenly inspiration. Because the throat chakra’s main function is to express the will of God and the egg is symbolic of new life, this helpful little totem teaches us how to assert the creative will of God in all we do. It leads us into new beginnings without fear by restoring faith within our hearts. [With intensive healings the past few months, I believe my throat chakra may finally be healed… thank you!]
Bird nation is the level of animal that is just below spirit – birds take energy up into the heavens. How appropriate that we would soar with the birds – from those who run on the ground to those who soar high above us. We encountered so many species today – they seemed to pull at our attention constantly – even while we (I?-lol) chatted incessantly!
On the way up the dusty road to check out our last stop on the trip – Double J Hacienda & Art Ranch – I saw a graceful Blue Heron. I’m so versed, I called it a huron – lol. Magnificent is all I could feel as I looked at this amazing creature. Patient, poised, clear is what came to me as I looked at him (her?).
The heron is a long legged wading bird. Herons are often seen standing motionless, as if in a meditative state, on its long thin legs. This stance symbolizes its ability to maintain balance through proper focus. Its inner foundation is secure although not fixed.
When the heron feeds it stands in water. Its neck is bent in an S shape. The flowing pattern of the letter S reflects the rhythm of this bird. Understanding your personal rhythm and responding to it accordingly is imperative for those with this medicine.
Water is associated with the mysteries of life. It is connected to the emotional body of man. When you see a heron standing in water notice how deep the water is. [This one was standing on dry land.] This depth can symbolize the depth that needs to be explored within self. The deeper you go the more you discover. Whatever is discovered take the time necessary to stand in silent reflection. In this way clarity of understanding is known.
Those with this medicine have strong emotional natures. They feel things deeply and with passion. The challenge here is to keep passionate thoughts and feelings under control in order to maintain a balanced emotional nature. The advantage of this energy indicates the passion and ambition needed to complete tasks and accomplish goals.
Herons are seldom seen flocking together. They are solitary birds that enjoy their own company. Heron medicine people are independent and willing to make changes when the need arises. Herons stand out in their uniqueness and know how to take advantage of things and events for their own benefit. By observing the heron, its actions and its lack of action we learn how to perfect out personal flight through life. Herons hold a silent power, their grace, agility and majestic presence reflect balance. This balance is the gift they offer to all who choose to receive it.
All in all it was a great day – full of beauty, a few showers, all shades of green – dark, light, bright – and I found myself falling in love with the country my mom is fed by. We always lived in the country and I never liked it much – it felt too far away from everything. Too quiet. Too spacious. Mom calls me her concrete baby, and I admit it, I’m a wuss…not a nature girl and certainly no camper. But I can appreciate the wind, the magnificence, the beauty, the silence. Oh, and the company!
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