April 4 2012
She’s back! I wondered if she’d come to visit me again.
I didn’t know that robins made themselves a home
To come back to when they nested.
All winter, in her absence, I’ve thought of her when tending to “her” planted basket.
She was my houseguest, gracing the middle hanging planter on my porch,
Raising two nests of babies who grew up and left in awesome haste.
I felt so happy, useful, linked to nature, as her landlord.
Yesterday, I looked up, as has been my habit,
And there she was – her tail standing up above the basket’s rim.
I feel so blessed and honored that she’s come back home
To raise her next family — my future grandbirds!
In preparation for a visit to our church by Tibetan monks who will create sand mandalas for 3 days, and then, on the fourth day, sweep them away and send them toward the sea, I’ve been reflecting on the patterns of life. All of life, it seems, consists of patterns revolving around centers; all of life is shaped like a mandala. A fried egg sunny side up is a perfect mandala. So is the rising sun, surrounded by its gradated colored rays. Or the pupil of an eye. The cycle of the seasons is one; the cycle of life is another – birth, growth, maturity, and death. All of life, like mandalas drawn in colored sand, is fleeting, impermanent. Joy resides within our recognizing old friends that appear within recurring cycles. We can find deep peace in honoring, contemplating, and creating the mandalas in daily life. The reappearance of my tenant robin as she restarts the cycle of creating and fostering new life gives me a mandala gift – a beautiful circle to enrich my life. Thank you, Divine Spirit. Thank you, Sister Robin.