Since posting “Cardinals – Signs From Heaven?” I have received more wonderful stories from people who have felt comfortable sharing their own experiences. Today, I think, the cardinals reciprocated.
I had been away from my bird oasis at home for the past couple of days, training with my new company. This morning at home while drinking my coffee, a flurry of red outside in the trees caught my attention (easy to do, as you know). When I went to the window, several cardinals flew around and perched themselves on branches closer to me – way out on the branches. Unusual, as they tend to hide. “If I leave to grab my camera they’ll all be gone by the time I return.” I knew if I didn’t grab it, relating the story to my husband, or anyone else for that matter, would not be so convincing.
Camera in hand, I opened the back door to hopefully snap a few shots before they flew away, but instead for the next 10 minutes I was presented with an awesome cardinal “catwalk” of sorts. Each one sat, and didn’t move, as they seemingly gazed directly into my eyes. “Were they thanking me for acknowledging, and being brave enough to publicly talk about, something so personal and possibly real? Were they telling me I wasn’t crazy?” Whatever it was, I sat full of emotion as each one seemed to stare deep into the core of my soul. It’s one thing to tell a story like this, but another to have photos to support your crazy story…
The theme seemed to play itself out again a few of hours later as I was preparing for a board meeting at the Audubon Society of RI. I opened up their Facebook page, and the first thing I saw was a post about the Paint and Sip event with a painting of a cardinal.
(photo credit Audubon Society of Rhode Island)
Of course… A cardinal was the painting of choice, and looked incredibly similar to the photos I had just taken hours ago. Audubon, cardinal, connection to… are ya with me??
Now here is the pièce de résistance. I switch back to my own Facebook page and this is what comes up:
This is a photo I had posted last year of my mother looking at a painting of herself.
“Oh, hi Mom”