I feel tired this morning. It’s an effort to get up, to take the dogs out. I ache all over. It is almost 11am by the time we make it down to the river. This is bad; my mind is full of negative thoughts. A comparative stranger was rude to me yesterday. I was upset, angry that she should treat me that way! Now I am considering whether her reaction towards me could be my fault. Had I expressed myself clearly?
I shake my head, I don’t want this thought. I take a breath in and breathe out slowly. My Jack Russell speeds on ahead chasing rabbits. My old dog trots behind. The air is fresh and the sky blue. It is cold but the sun strong. The river has been murky and brown from weeks of rain; today it’s clear. I can see the pebbled bottom; sunlight glistens on the surface, tiny fish busy themselves. I begin to feel better. I lift up my head and straighten my back. I look out for Eddie, as I have named him, the lone egret who has adopted this stretch of river as his own. He’s nowhere to be seen. But my eye catches a flash of bright blue and yellow; a kingfisher darts along the river close to where I walk. I watch him. Now he is up on a branch. He looks at me, then down at the river. He swoops down, back up onto a branch. He has a fish in his beak; his early lunch. He stays close to us – me and the dogs, along the river for 5 minutes. To have such a long sighting of a kingfisher is rare, so I wonder if he has come today and stayed so long for a reason. Other people pass by, they don’t notice him. Now he has disappeared, off to another part of the river. I consider what a delight it is to see this beautiful colourful bird. He is determined, skilful, confident, his movements fast but measured, planned, organised. I stop to talk to an elderly lady. I tell her I’ve been watching a kingfisher. “What a joy!” she says. Then tells me she often sees kingfishers by the pond on the farm where she lives. Slowly we head home, my old dog Merlin taking a lengthy time to sniff each and every smell, but I’m not impatient and no longer tired. At home I look up kingfisher in Animal Spirit Guides by Steven D. Farmer, my favourite book on animal messages. The first line tells me: “Make a point to express yourself clearly and concisely with everyone you communicate with.” He did have a message for me. And perhaps for anyone reading this too? Sometimes I can be vague when responding to people, I don’t mean too but I maybe thinking of something else at the time. Sometimes I make a joke via an email to someone who doesn’t know me well. Emails are a great way to get things wrong! So if you are reading this, be like my Kingfisher, be confident, measured, precise, make a plan before you dive in!
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