04/15/2026
I was making my son’s lunch the other day when I looked out my kitchen window and was awestruck by what had landed on my feeder.
A red-winged blackbird. The first one I’ve ever seen. And its appearance moved me to tears.
I’ve been doing a lot of inner work lately. Sitting with old shame and self-doubt. Questioning whether the life I’m dreaming of is actually possible.
And then in that one moment, I felt seen. Almost even reassured.
I’m not here to tell you what to believe. But I do think nature is always speaking. And I think there is something genuinely healing about slowing down enough to look around, to pause and listen, and to just see if there’s a message already waiting for you.
That bird didn’t fix anything. But it did remind me to keep showing up, and to hold space for the unexpected.