A series of essays....
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ACKNOWLEDGING THE SPIRIT, GRACE AND BEAUTY OF THE CARDINAL |
....as seen through my eyes!
By: Jacqueline E Hughes
I am sitting in my favorite spot watching the light slowly peek through and begin to illuminate the world outside the windows. Such a slow process it is this time of year. The new light drags its feet as if it doesn’t care if it makes an appearance this morning or not; challenging the circadian rhythm of my life with its weakness and ineptitude.
But then, everything about our lives this past year has been tested, provoked, and attacked in one way or another.
Whether or not we are strong enough, well prepared, and hopeful going into this next year is for us to figure out. 2021 is right around the corner and there’s nothing to stop it from rolling into our lives and assisting in making a brand new year flexible enough to accommodate and manipulate what each one of us needs in order to go forward in this lifetime; maintain the rhythm that can make and keep us whole in the future.
Crying when it’s least expected has been an emotional response of mine throughout the past ten months. Tears can be bitter reminders of the loss of better times, the longing for blessed security, and having the option of being able to provide food and protection for the ones you love. Too many families have had these basic rights stripped away from them by a government that was initially established to protect these rights at all costs.
Since the beginning of this worldwide pandemic we have been governed by a person who does everything he can to harm instead of uplift our lives. Even with only a few days left in his one and only term, his appeal for hatred and revenge rates high on his farewell agenda. When you know better, you are supposed to do better. Obviously, no one ever taught him this simple and beautiful rule of being human.
When the spirit of loved ones who have passed take their shape from animal forms and watch over and protect us as our Native Americans have faithfully observed forever, we are truly blessed. Believing in this power of spiritual guidance has gotten me through some of the tears and sadness of the past four years when confronted with hatefulness and greed.
While living in Orlando, Florida, for twenty-three years, I had the good fortune of being loved and watched over by a beautiful cardinal. He had appeared in the corner of a transom window at the front of our home upon three occasions over a period of several years. I instinctively knew whom he represented and would stare back at him, mesmerized but alert to what he was trying to tell me.
After gaining my attention by pecking on the glass, we would stare at one another for a lengthy period of time. The calmness that penetrated every cell of my being remained with me forever after one of these experiences. I have attempted to capture our ‘silent’ conversation in my poem, Breathless:
BREATHLESS
Several sharp taps on the transom’s glass
pique her curiosity while two obsidian eyes
follow her movements and begin to absorb
any negative energy in the room. The fiery
red plumage and distinctive black mask of
this cardinal exudes familiarity. His quizzical
manor harmless; fixed gaze through the glass
is steady and comfortably aware.
I have missed you. My garden always welcomes you
with shelter, food, and protection for your young.
I know, he says with a slight tilt of the head.
Where did you go? I longed for your crimson flash
darting into the viburnum shrubs after the hunt. You,
your lady, and open-mouthed babes were safe—for
the time being.
Don’t be so possessive. I’m here for you now, aren’t I?
Truthfully, I’ve never left. But, you have been unmindful
sitting smugly in your air-conditioned palace. I know
my place.
What message do you have for me this time, Mother?
Breathe.
Only to breathe?
I am the hinge that opens your mind between Earth
and Spirit. I do not make this trip without purpose.
Trust in yourself and you will bring clarity out of
confusion. Love and forgive, my child.
That can be a difficult task.
Life is about being one gesture away from instability
or balance.
In an instant the vibrant creature flies away leaving her transfixed; genuinely—
breathless.
Mom rarely displayed explosive outbursts in her lifetime. In fact, for a fiery redhead, this was considered highly unusual and many who loved her wished she had spoken up for herself more often. She did, however, own a genuine demonstrative manner and a great sense of humor. This is why I knew that the gentle creature who tapped on my window pane to look down at me with its volcanic stare was my very own spirit guide. This time around she vowed to be as vibrant as possible, display her brightest plumage, and hoped to be listened to as she continued to look after and protect the people she loves. After all, there is no gender specification when it comes to the guardians of our souls and bodies.
I humbly wish all of you, with special appreciation to all of my faithful readers, a Merry Christmas and very happy and positive life changing New Year! Stay safe and healthy and we’ll get to where we need to be, eventually.
Copyright © 2020 by Jacqueline E Hughes
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