Three Little Birds – Signs from the Other Side

 

{Three Little Birds by Ectoband}

Do you consciously look for signs?  I used to be the skeptic who would say, “Of course, I can find anything if I look hard enough.”  I suppose there is some truth to that, although if you don’t know that signs come in many forms, you might be ignoring messages that are smacking you in the face

My brother and I planned the funeral service for my dad back in 2003 and despite requests from other family and friends to include what was right for them, we knew we had to stay true to the human that he was… honor his beliefs and respect the things that he would have wanted.

Among other things, we chose a couple of songs that would warm his heart and release his soul.  We chose Bob Marley and Simon & Garfunkel.  Looking back, I know he was there, smiling and enjoying every moment.  We actually ‘followed’ him to the mortuary… all jaws dropped when we found ourselves driving behind the car that he owned for the last 10 years of his life… an old white Saab that belonged to his parents.  It actually led us through the streets of downtown Salt Lake until we reached Russon Brothers Mortuary.  That was an obvious sign and one that we didn’t overlook, even back then… before I was in the know. ((wink, wink))

During the celebration of his ‘graduation’ from this human experience, Three Little Birds by Bob Marley echoed from the speakers in the mortuary and rang out into the overflow standing room outside the doors.  There was something about the lyrics, “Everything’s gonna be alright, everything’s gonna be alright,” that had me tuned in, resonated somehow.  At the time, it didn’t really feel like everything was going to be alright, BUT he sent me some signs that helped me understand that not only was it GOING to be alright… it WAS always alright.

{Artwork: Koko Studios}

Birds, in general, became a sort of sign for me that he was around.  I noticed them coming unusually close to me outside, giving me a ‘look’, dancing and prancing close by, and singing to me.  Yes, they would sing to me.  Giggle if you want, I think it sounds nuts too, and I can laugh along.  The thing is, though, it’s not nuts… not yet.  It didn’t get nuts until one day three years ago when I was reading to my class, which I do every single day after lunch.  One of my students said, “Mrs. T, look, there are three birds right outside the window listening to read aloud.”  I glanced over and was astounded to see three birds ‘hovering’ outside my third floor window with no perch, staring into the window as I read.  I guess I could potentially excuse something so random and out of the ordinary, except that the birds would continue to come back.   “Mrs. T!!  They’re back!  The birds want to know what happens next!”  Three little birds hover outside my classroom window to hear me read.  I don’t care what anyone says, call me crazy until you’re blue in the face…. that was a sign from my dad.  Chillin’ on the Other Side, listening to his daughter as she did his absolute favorite activity in the world… read.

Later on, just about 5 months ago, I had an intuitive reading.  You know what she said within about 5 minutes?  “Your dad comes through in nature… in birds.”  Jaw gaping.  Yes.  I already knew that but it was amazing to hear those words flow from her mouth.

I never had a conversation with my dad about how I might feel him or find him after he passed.  We never had a connection to birds, here in this life.  I didn’t plan to come up with a sign that let me know he was here.  What did I do?  I started to pay attention.  My own being told me that birds were the signal that he was around me.  That’s not to say that it’s the only time he is by my side, it is just the time that he wants to show me in the most concrete way he knows how.

Birds and threes, I know for sure, is the way he tells me that he’s still here with me.

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

Emily Dickinson

Comments

  1. Truly amazing, Kirsten!

  2. Renae Walker says:

    OMG, Kirsten. My memory of your Dad’s funeral is much like yours and each time I hear “Three Little Birds” I think of him and wish that we could talk just one more time. Three is a good number – you, Bret and Kent. So meaningful because birds represent freedom of spirit. How intuitive you are! Your post really touched me because I had poetry discussions many times with Kent. In particular about Emily Dickinson, my personal favorite and especially the “Hope” poem . Wow, I love this. This is meditation fodder for today.

    • Renae,
      It’s so nice to have people that know him, although I think you may have known him in a completely different way than I did… with that said, some things would always shine through… his love of the printed word. I would love to chat with him again too. I think our relationship would be much more evolved today than it was back then. It’s okay, though… I’m happy to finally feel at peace. Thanks for following this so closely Renae. It is nice to hear from people who knew him well and understand what kind of person he truly was. Namaste!

  3. Lovely post, Kristin. Does it surprise me? Not one bit. Because there are signs…

    Every year or so my friend would find some sort of toy bunny when she was out running. After the fifth one she made the connection…she always found them around the anniversary of her mother’s passing. And her mother’s name was…Bunny.

    We are so not alone…
    xo

  4. Beautiful post. I also believe that there are signs everywhere. Sometimes we can’t always see them in the moment, but they’re there.

  5. hugging myself
    over here
    with joy
    over this:)
    -Jennifer

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