Saturday, April 23, 2016

AND THEN THIS...

I'm not a fanciful person, generally, but there's this...

Here I am, sitting out in the sunshine on the back patio of our Laguna Beach cottage where Georgie loved to stretch out and relax, and quite suddenly a little bird flies down out of nowhere and perches on my shoulder. Then drops down to the patio tiles and stands there for a moment looking up at me.

And my first instinctive, irresistible thought is: this is George, come back to tell me that he's doing fine. As I say, I'm not generally a fanciful person, but the thought just came to mind. Like that. Like the bird, unprompted. And settled there in my mind for a moment, and flew off.

I mean, wild birds don't just fly down and settle on your shoulder. Ever. Do they? It certainly never happened to me in my life before. I don't expect to happen again. Not ever.

So... a messeanger? A reincarnation? A fluke of nature? You tell me.

2 comments:

Kirsten said...

Oh, dear Peter and Ellie, I just saw this! I'm so sorry. It's awful to lose a cherished friend. Sweet Georgie, I will miss seeing that darling boy who loved chasing his ball. He died knowing he was loved from the moment he landed in your lives, a heart companion. And, since consciousness may be a form of matter that persists, I've no doubt the bird was Georgie. Nature speaks to us in these ways, I've found. Direct experience has taught me your precious moment with the bird is exactly what you think it is, a form of communication. None of us knows what happens after death, but we're connected in ways we don't yet understand. The world is so much stranger than our normal perceptions tell us. Quantum physics on the move. Love to you and Ellie..and little Georgie bird who's chasing his balls in the sky.

Carol Es said...

It's at the very least a beautiful sign. How wonderful!