Higher Level Healing - A Bird's Song
The day my oldest daughter, Kim, turned thirteen I was very tired. Tired to the bone as my mother would say. When the birthday party was over, Kim and her friends left to go play in the park. My youngest son, Clark, chose to stay behind. I could not wait to retreat to my bedroom and crash on the bed. As soon as I was lying on my back, Clark came into the room holding a little bird. "Mom," he said, "this bird has a broken wing. Fix it." I figured he thought I could "fix it" because of all my previous years of experience tending broken and fractured bones dutifully earned by my children during their years of gymnastics, Little League and football. I was too tired to explain I didn't know a thing about "fixing" birds; so I took the bird and gently placed it between my hands. Clark left the room. Quickly the bird jumped out from between my hands, landed on the floor by the bed, and hopped into the nearby bathroom, dragging its wing.
As if by script, Clark returned to my bedroom, went into the bathroom and retrieved the bird and brought it back to me. "It isn't fixed yet," he said. Fine. Whatever. I just need to sleep. I again placed the bird between my hands as I lay on my back. The bird was still. I drifted into that place between awake and asleep and heard these words: "THIS BIRD HAS NO CONSCIOUSNESS. IT KNOWS ONLY ITS OWN PERFECTION." I felt the bird gently peck my hand as if to say, "Thank you." I lifted off my top hand. The bird flew around the room a few times, then out the bedroom door, down the hall, into Kim's room and under her bed. I got up and called Clark to help. He crawled under her bed and gathered up the bird. We took it outside and watched as it few away.