Morning Musings and a Messenger
(Read in under :03)“For the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: ‘If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today? And whenever the answer has been ‘No’ for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.”~ Steve Jobs
Only 33 years? What if you’ve been wondering lots longer than that? I sure have.
I have a morning routine and I’ll bet you have yours. And, like most of us, I have some real quirky habits. Every AM I zip on my hideous, baggy old robe. It’s navy blue and has white paint smudged on it, don’t ask me how I don’t know. It might be old enough to vote. A truly pitiful sight. (But then so am I at that pre-dawn hour.)
I mix up a Spark in an old plastic mug. The artwork is faded now but we still have all six of them. They belonged to our grandkids when they were too young for breakable dishes. I settle in my favorite spot right in front of the north windows and I spend a half hour or so in my devotions as I welcome the sunrise through the trees.
“When I’m tempted to skip my morning routine or another form of self-care, I remind myself that I can better serve the people I love and the projects I care about when I start with me.” ~Courtney Carver
Who’s That Knocking?
Saturday morning I was especially deep in prayer, looking for answers and vowing to listen more carefully to where I’m being led. I was startled by a loud tap on the far window and it happened again, twice. What the heck? I got up from my reading and walked across the room.
A brilliant red cardinal was flying at the glass pane over and over again. In between, he sat on the porch rail or the grill and sang at the top of his lungs, undaunted, as if trying to get my attention. This went on for several minutes until he flew away. He came back twice more and did the same thing. Tap, tap. Sing, sing. He had my attention.
By then I was distracted, intrigued and curious. I had read somewhere cardinals are associated with messages from beyond so I did a little research. Big surprise, right?
The word cardinal comes from the Latin cardo which means hinge or heart, “that on which something turns or depends.” Many cultures believe a visit from a cardinal means angels are near. Some suggest it means a loved one who has passed is saying hello to you. American Indians thought cardinals were messengers of the Great Spirit. One article hinted cardinals might indicate the Holy Spirit is speaking.
What do I think was happening when that bright little guy popped in to say good morning? I don’t know. Was he some sort of divine messenger? What do you think? Maybe the experience just caused me to think more deeply and listen more carefully. I do know it’s time for me to spend less time talking and more time listening as I move forward in my writing and in my work. How do I know I’ll find the answer to my questions about the path I should follow? A little bird told me. See you Thursday!
“These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.” ~Rumi
P.S. If you’re curious about cardinals, this website has lots of fascinating stuff about the famous bird. The Cardinal Experience.