This isn't a moment of awe and beauty but in the category of sacredness in nature. I walk regularly along the NPS George Washington Parkway near my home here in Alexandria, Virginia. We have paved trails along the Potomac River surrounded by lush, rich woodlands and varying wildlife (deer, bald eagles, blue jays, squirrels, tortoises...and more).
The cardinal is the Virginia state bird but is also recognized as a sacred symbol in folklore, theology, and in the native american context. Symbolically they are described as deliverers of love, devotion, positivity, and hope. They are often described as “messengers or angels” of departed loved ones.
These sweet birds frequent my backyard and remind me to stay in tune with my spiritual side. A reminder to pause and be thankful for the loving guidance nature (and those that have passed on) provides us. A clan of cardinals moved into our backyard after my husband's dad passed on years ago... Bampa Hogan still visits us with a song, a wink, and a smile.
Today as I walked the path I came across a dead cardinal. I was stunned and saddened by this sight. Their birdsong often provides me peace and contentment on my daily walks. I wondered what happened to this vibrant red-feathered male bird. Was it sick, was it old, was it a victim of prey?
I started to walk away unsure of what I could do about this situation. I know nature will take its course and this bird will give itself back to the earth...but I couldn't leave it there on the hard asphalt path.
I was chosen to honor the life and spirit of this bird. I gently picked it up with the fallen bark of surrounding trees and laid it among the ivy. I said a messy prayer but it was a prayer of love and comfort.
Thank you for your sweet song. May you rest in peace.
JJH