I work with whatever friendly spirits come my way. I have an established seasonal cycle; some come and go, and some I work with all the time. Some spirits stay with me permanently, and others are transient. In the summer, there is a distinct pattern of ‘small’ spirits. They are humble little things, but always come with some message or energy I am needing. In previous years I have welcomed Snail, Garter Snake, Dragonfly, and others. This summer’s spirit appears to be Sparrow.
It’s sort of sad, though, how this has come about. I have mentioned that I began feeding the birds here in the spring. Well, a couple of weeks ago, during some evening yard maintenance, I found a dead sparrow on the path. He was perfect, no broken wings or torn body; I think the poor thing flew into a car windshield. So I folded him up gently, left him some seed and some water, and placed him at the base of my tree. When I next came out, he’d left me three feathers; the rest of him was gone without trace.
I’m still getting a feel for Sparrow; I’m not sure what they want but I feel honoured that they chose to come to me.