Glitch Log #19: The (Not a) Robin Incident, Part 3
In which a bird shits on my work and shows me the universe is listening and responsive...
This morning, while I was working in my workshop building some furniture I was listening to Andre Duqum’s podcast Know Thyself. He was interviewing Tara Swart and they were discussing her new book The Signs, in which she discusses coincidence, synchronicity, intuition – That sort of thing. She told stories from her own life about how often seeing a little Robin had felt like a genuine synchronicitous sign from the universe that there is more to this existence than we might expect. She spoke of how often people report that signs had come to them in the form of birds. I know this to be true, I’ve seen many a documentary about birds exhibiting weird behaviour after loved ones have passed on. At that point I thought of my own relationship with birds, and how my experiences were much more than a serendipitous sighting of a bird in the garden. My birds had actually tried repeatedly to get in, through windows, to the space where I was! I thought of The Robin Incident and The (Not A) Robin Incident, Which led on to the thought that I hadn’t seen my birds for a while. It had been a few weeks since the last visit. I carried on with my work and thought no more about it until a later that day, Spike shouted up to me ‘You have a visitor! There’s a bird on the mezz!’. The mezzanine is the second story platform in our 3000 square ft workshop where I have my work space. I looked over and laughed, yup sure enough, there was a little bird flitting about. I carried on with what I was doing, painting a piece of rectangular furniture white. When I was done I went off to do another little job. When I came back to my work bench there was a bird poo right in the middle of my still wet white paint. I laughed out loud. What a way to get my attention! (Oh, Tara would love this!)
The bird is still here. It certainly seems to like my indoor garden where the plants are wintering, and the area where I store my piano. We’ve been playing ‘photo shoots’, it comes so close but then I get the camera out and it’s gone in an instant. It seems to be a game? (I can’t get a good photo)
I’m not sure what conclusion to draw other than that in a state of creative thought I turned my attention back to the birds, and the signs that this universe is a magical place followed almost immediately.
It could just be a coincidence, but at the point of writing I now have nearly seventy weird moments and I think theres much more to synchronicity. What do you think? Let me know in the comments below…
Love,
P.s Can you spot the bird? Hint - It’s on the Aloe.
