I found this photo on my phone this afternoon. My daughter had made it. And it struck me at how perfect it was. I felt like I had nothing to write about.
And yet, a miracle happened today.
How could I forget?
It was my husband who alerted us.
I was at the dining room table with my daughters, starting to go through workbooks for the day’s homeschooling. He ran towards the back door, calling our dog loudly, bringing her back inside.
I looked up.
What’s happening my love?
“A little bird just flew into the window and is laying on the ground. I’m not sure if it’s okay, I just didn’t want Angel to disturb it.”
Oh that’s sad. The poor little thing. We’ll just leave it and hope it comes good.
But then my eldest daughter asked in that silvery, gentle, cautious way of hers:
Mum? Is it okay if I can just go and look at the bird? I’d like to see a bird up close like that if I could.
She was so open to it, and I realised the homeschooling lesson for the day had come flying in, literally.
We decided to move to the window closest to it, so we could observe it quietly without disturbing. And that’s where we sat for the next long while. Looking out the window together. Watching this beautiful, tiny little bird. The girls get their sketchbooks, and carefully draw it laying on the patio. Grey and yellow feathers, sloped beak, a white flash around its eye. Whispering wishes for it to be okay.
We don’t know if he will of course. Not sure if he will recover. I ponder in my head about how if this science observation ends in death, we’ll talk about the circle of life. We just wait, and breathe with him, and hope.
Eventually, after enough staring into space, quietly willing for his shit to be together, he scatters his wings and pirouettes before blacking out again in another tiny, furled coma.
More time, more waiting, more breathing, more whispered wishes, more drawing. Ostara draws the pirouette and flash of yellow grey wings.
Another seizure of energy, and he props himself up against the chair leg before promptly blacking out again.
Beth starts writing a letter in her journal to it.
You flew into our window and it has hurt you very much. You are lying on the ground and we can see your eyes. You will get better and fly away, and I want you to stay, but I also have a drawing of you, so I will remember you forever.
Get better soon.
Finally, heart in our mouths as we watch and witness, consciousness returns into his body. His spirit come home. He stations himself upright, fluffs feathers, watches the world once more.
I read the girls books by the window. I hope he enjoys hearing comics about Fly Guy as much as they do.
The afternoon sunlight falls through the silk tree leaves.
And then, in a span of wings, he is gone.
Back into the world of flight, and light, and living.
We are left, blessed. Blessed for the company, for the time spent with a tiny, unconscious bird. Blessed for his renewal and revival.
I tell my husband:
It was just the perfect visual allegory for me. That’s exactly how I feel when I run into the glass wall of life. I fall down, and lay and wait, staring into space, waiting to collect my shit again. But eventually, life and hope and movement returns again.
It’s evening now.
I’ve read the girls their evening fairy story, tucked them into bed.
Beth wanders out while I make my evening cup of tea.
Mum, I just closed my eyes, and there was our little bird, still in my mind. Isn’t that good?
I feel like our bird was the perfect embodiment of an Easter miracle.
Y’all (probably) know I’m one of those Scorpios that LOVES to throw herself into the deep end of conversation and talk about the most secretive topics… like sex, religion, money, mental health and death.
Why talk about the weather when you can talk about the JUICY STUFF?
In the spirit of Scorpio-ness, I’m sharing a webinar about essential oils that support hanky panky urges and bonky bonk times.
It’s happening this Friday at 7am (Australian Eastern time). Other timezones: Thursday 2pm US Pacific and Thursday 10pm London, England. Time zone convertor here.
I also created some truly incredible Instagram Story images because I AM AN ARTISTE!
I am also INCREDIBLY SUBTLE.
My grandmother used to call me “All Ass and No Class.” However, this IS the sassy grandmother that flashed her black bra at my husband the first time he met the family. SOOOOO… to you I say, dear Granny… you taught me well. Ha!
Holy moley, what a journey I’ve been on with these oils.
As I’ve shared before, I fell in love with doTERRA essential oils when I least expected it. I was TOTALLY sceptical that smelly shit would make a difference to my (totally fucked) health at the time. After spending six months in and out of bed with recurring fevers and infections, and being tested for everything from tuberculosis to lung cancer, and endless rounds of antibiotics, I started using doTERRA OnGuard essential oil because I was out of any other solution.
But they did make a difference. Hugely, profoundly and deeply. It was almost instantaneous. After a week, I ordered more oils. And more. And realised I could use them for more and more things. They became my go to when I was experiencing sleeplessness and anxious feelings and needing digestion support. I saw how big a difference they made in parenting. I started craving that kind of clean, powerful, lo-tox energy in all my haircare and cleaning products. Soon, they became an intrinsic part of life, health, parenting, cleaning and home.
The hub + hearth of our home… our essential oil box in our kitchen that gets used upteen times a day!
These crystal children of ours are so sensitive, and come into this world knowing so intently what feels good and what doesn’t. And they connect with oils SO QUICKLY. They get it faster than we do.
Now my kids know to come to me for oils… for upset bellies, if they are feeling upset, if they can’t get to sleep, for bumps and bug bites and all the other calamities that happen.
We diffuse oils every day while we homeschool to help us with attention and encouragement. If we are out and about, there’s oils in my handbag for meltdowns and motion sickness. We diffuse oils in bedrooms at night to help our kids fall asleep easily. They are so very special… such an empowering, healing tool to use.
So I wanted to do this webinar. To help you discover how to naturally support your children’s immune systems, focus and emotions with essential oils.
I’m finishing up my Term 1 review of homeschooling this week, and thought it would be fun to share some of the books we’ve most loved reading together so far this year. We read books together for up to an hour each day – me snuggled up with my girls (4 and 8 years old). Then I ask the girls for their book rating out of 5 stars, and record our reads that day using Goodreads.
Something odd – I don’t have a long lasting reading (or speaking) voice. I’m a throat speaker, and it gives out pretty quickly. I’ve consciously spent the last year building up my read aloud capacity, and it’s improving, thankfully. I’ve built it up by trying to speak from my belly while I read… it does make my voice slightly deeper and less excitable, but it definitely helps with endurance.
ANYWAYS! Here’s what we’ve been loving lately… as voted by my kids.
We bought the first for Christmas and it was so inhaled and adored that I pre-ordered the second one that day.
What I love most about it is it’s a girl who adores science and animal biology, and she researches, uses the scientific method and keeps a scientific notebook. Plus it’s gorgeously illustrated, and just so much fun.
Best part: her pet is called MEH who says MEH constantly. My kids love taking it in terms to yell MEH as soon as they see the word on the page. It becomes pretty funny.
When I asked my kids for their 5 star rating, Ostara said “GOOGLEPLEX! THE LARGEST KNOWN NUMBER IN THE UNIVERSE!” so I’m pretty sure that’s a decent rating.
Ostara adores audiobooks with the force of a hungry word wolf, so I also bought the complete collection on audiobook, along with the complete collection of Merlin Missions books (which is the next series for slightly older readers). She’s consumed all 50+ audio books… twice. Girl loves words!
We’ve read them all before, but we just did another full re-read after going to see another Storey Treehouse play. We’ve been to two now, plus a book launch/talk with Andy and Terry. Events like that make the books come even more alive and ready for another re-read.