We were approaching the shore when we heard the song of a red-winged blackbird. I thought I’d show him how well I’d paid attention to his teachings.
“Let me see if I remember.” He smiled, waiting. “The red-winged blackbird tells us that the forces of nature have been busy and changes are coming soon, big changes. Or it could be that someone close will be put in a very emotional situation, something important for that person’s growth. It would be our duty to help give that person balance, to help them keep their feet on the ground and give them the space they need to make the necessary changes.” His knowledge of nature and symbols and totems was not only very interesting but very, very accurate.
“You have remembered well,” he said quietly.
While I rowed, I thought back to the first morning that I’d seen the red-winged blackbird on my fence post. I’d spilled my coffee on the front of my dress when the bird flew toward the window and startled me. It had been sitting on the post looking toward my window on the morning of the day I met Keen Wolf and the others. I stubbornly thought to myself that reading my mind would be the only way that he would know I’d seen the bird on that day.
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