Last night, as I was writing my latest post, I became aware of the sharp singular whistle call of the cardinal. Sure enough, right outside my window, in the dimmest of light as dusk deepened to night, I spotted the bright red of a male cardinal. He held a bright berry in his beak, and turned calmly on his branch. We seemed to make eye contact as he remained there for a couple minutes. Then he flew away.
As I ran today, a thought appeared. The red cardinal is my mom’s favorite bird. This male cardinal appeared while I was deep in thought working on my article. I felt a moment of connection with him. What if that cardinal represented my father. Going deeper into my journey is a story connected to my relationship with my father. It gives me a lot of peace to think he came to share my moment of openness and authenticity.