Little Wren

​The past week has seen my cats causing world war three in the garden with the birds. I have learned so much about Blackbirds and now Wrens. I have played guardian to a stranded baby blackbird whose parents have loudly informed me when the cats have gotten too close. And since yesterday I have been Mama bird to a Wren chick whose nest my felines raided and destroyed. Little Wren has lived through the night. Hurray! But is now refusing my internet sourced 'baby wren food'. I'm taking her to the RSPCA in a moment. And I pray she will live. 

After my last post, my moments of overwhelm, I find this has been a lovely little cure. Straight back into the moment, into new purpose, and looking into those shiny black eye, a little bit of love. Animals always bring us messages. Always. And birds played a key chapter in my book, The High Heeled Guide to Spiritual Living. 

So what messages are these little shamanic sparks of feathers bringing? Pay attention to the little things, for they are all worth the effort, they bring great rewards, they foster so much love. That all life is so precious. That mother nature is fierce, and yet in our unique abilities as humans we can calm her, soothe her and carry her forward. That in our empathic and conscious state we can cross natural borders and bring healing (and the opposite). 

It's been such a lovely little trip out of my head and into something bigger. A reconnection with nature, with my caring nature more than anything. The ability to drop everything and devote all that energy to a loving act. 

I hope that mother nature brings herself to you this week, for her gifts, so easily ignored, are so full of perspective and blessings.

My little Wren is the baby on the left in the pic, the other one flew away happily after being pulled (literally) from the jaws of death.

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