My Robin – Story of a Mandala

My Robin

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! 

 

Reflection

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.   

 

About Rev. Rosemary Hyde, Ph.D.

I am a grandmother, a classical homeopath, a mystical poet, and an interfaith minister. I also have a large, enduring place in my heart for Paris. I first spent time in Paris in 1961, as a Fulbright scholar. I remained in France for three years, living also in Toulouse and in Nancy. I have revisited France and Paris multiple times since then, and have come to know central Paris reasonably well. I grew up in Pawtucket, Rhode Island, where there were many Franco-Americans, and their language fascinated me. I was fortunate in 6th grade, when my family moved, to find myself in a Catholic French speaking girls' school, where I had the wonderful fortune of becoming bilingual. It still feeds my soul deeply, to visit Paris, speak French, and reconnect with the little French girl in me. I am serving presently as co-minister at Unity Center of Peace in Chapel Hill, NC. I give talks one or two Sundays a month -- please go to the website, www.unitychapelhill.org, and sign up for the weekly e-news to learn what's going on -- special events, seasonal interfaith ceremonies, and Sunday themes and talks. My vision for the Unity Chapel Hill ministry and for myself is to become a loving, uniting presence in the lives of all those who cross paths with us. That's all there is, really -- loving presence. And so it is. Amen. My goal as a minister is to add richness to life for those who resonate to more than one religious tradition or to none -- those with mixed religions as well as the unchurched, untempled, and unmosqued. All of us, whatever our cultural allegiances, hunger for and need support in finding the transcendent joy that's ours to find in this earthly life. All of us need and want to celebrate beautifully the great and small milemarker moments. All of us crave the beauty of prayer as an expression of our participation in universal love. All of us wish to learn a greater vision, to see our lives opening to the Divine. All of us desire deeply to find serenity and peace that lasts no matter what happens today and tomorrow. This is the meaning of Transcendessence. We find the essence of spirit and transcend the narrow constraints of our bodies and egos. Join us today by subscribing, so you won't miss a single poem, message, prayer, or meditation.
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One Response to My Robin – Story of a Mandala

  1. Ardie Heape says:

    Thank you for opening my eyes to my own mandala gift. Our yearly doves in the hanging basket closest to our front door, raised and is keeping close, her two babies. The arrival of Mama, then eggs, then the very quick two weeks of amazing growth, then flight, brings such joy to our home.

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