I love birds! Any kind of bird. As long as it has feathers I love it. Birds to me mean freedom. They are free to fly anywhere they want. I wish I could have that sort of freedom! But watching and observing birds gives me a vicarious chance to feel the freedom. If only second hand!
I live in the suburbs of Chicago. Very urban. But we get a fair share of birds anyway. They all have different things to teach me. I try my best to listen to the lessons of the birds every day.
This past summer we inherited a family of crows. Three of them. They always remind me of the wisdom of the Morrigan. About life and death and it’s cycle. It’s not a cycle to be feared. But as the loud caws of the crows tell me it is a natural part of the way things are. That for me is the main lesson of the Morrigan. And my family of crows remind me of this.
Robins teach a different cycle. The cycle of the wheel of the year and the journey through the seasons. The robins arrive with spring. They stay for the summer. And now in fall they have made a departure. Their lesson is that of the passing of the year. Marking seasons. Living in harmony with the changing of the Earth. A powerful lesson for me on my path of Druidry.
Herons make an appearance in the forest preserves that surround my suburb. They appear less frequently than other birds. But their lesson is just as valid. They teach me of the ability to straddle two realms at the same time. Just as the herons straddle both land and water so too do I strive to exist in this realm and the Otherworlds. I learn from this bird the grace and poise needed to achieve this goal.
Chickadees come and perch on our balcony railing. Always in twos they remind me of the lesson of fidelity. Fidelity to your loved ones. Your clan. A powerful bond to be sure. The chickadees will be here all winter snuggling up to one another. Teaching me the lesson of belonging to something greater than myself.
The birds are my teachers. They are one of the reasons the path of Druidry means so much to me. It is the love of all things natural that feeds my soul. May you find such lessons in the wind beneath the wings of the birds!