Little Red Bird connection

There are some beautiful connections I have made through my Little Red Bird FB page and am so honored to share this heartfelt Little Red Bird story from my new friend Tova:

I have my own little red bird story. I had just been through another one of those horrible, mind-twisting, degrading episodes of screaming conflict with someone who was treating me in a mentally abusive manner. Without going into any more detail, suffice it to say that the outcome of the ordeal was that I felt I could not stay another moment in my own home, grabbed my coat and ran outside into the cold white Canadian winter. Where was I to go? I was newly back in the country, did not drive, and... had NOWHERE to go. So I went and sat in the car - thank G-d it was open.

I sat and cried & cried and tried to calm down, waves of anger and frustration and hopelessness coursing through me until I was finally tired out. After the storm came the quiet stillness of depleted calm. I sat and breathed, and sat and breathed. I knew I would have to go back in soon, where I was needed, but not yet. I was not ready yet. So I just stared out the window in what might have been an open-mouthed, unfocused kind of way, more aware of the tears wet on my face and lashes than of anything else around me. And then the anomaly. Something so odd, it took a few moments for my mind to understand what I was seeing. My surroundings outside the car were for the most part a red-brick little house, brown tree beside the car, and snow covered yard with a large bush up ahead of me. There, amidst the frosted white branches, deep inside the bush was something strikingly - red. RED! Red! Red didn't belong there. In the middle of a bush out in our yard in the middle of Canadian winter. And I came to realise that it was a bird! I think I must have held my breath after first gasping in awe. It just couldn't be!

I'd never seen a red bird before, much less in the middle of winter, perched straight ahead - as though it had been waiting there for me all along, waiting for me to find it. And it had been... all that time. This was one of those moments where the shock of improbability leads to a slow perception of secondary, though more probable meaning.

This was my red bird. G-d sent me this bird, I was sure of it. He had sent me a sign, to jolt me out of my world and into His. It was flagrant, crimson, an attention flag to lead me back to faith in Divine Providence and the knowledge that I was not alone in a barren landscape. G-d was with me, waiting to comfort me in my pain. And comfort it was. I sat, stared, indulged and delighted in this... this Cardinal! It must have been a Cardinal, a male I was to learn later on. It was MY bird, more than it was anyone's on the planet, and it was NOT flying away. I was getting cold. Not even when I got up to return to the house, having returned to myself, did it fly away. It wasn't going to leave me and I took further comfort because of it. I had gained strength now, in this little secret I shared with G-d... I was able to go on.

In the coming weeks and months I continued to see this bird, and was no less amazed each time I spotted it, or when my children told me that it had a mate - a dun coloured female - and a nest in our tree, that they tended together. Somewhere in nature, things were proceeding as they should.

My little red bird came to reassure me... all things were well with the World.

Connections - Stories from Loss

You never know when and where you are going to have a connection with someone. I (Little Red Bird), was looking through Medium George Anderson's FB Page the other day (October 27, 2011) and decided to comment on a post - hoping to give some comfort to Candace who recently lost her stepdad. From there a long thread of posts occurred and a couple cool connections. Signs of love from above are everywhere and how wonderful it is to connect with those who have received them too. There's a certain bond that forms instantly when people connect through the magic of the signs received.

Candace Hirsch: Little Red Bird, I love your blog. I used to believe in signs and was convinced I had them. Mine are ladybugs, doves, blue birds. And things have happend concerning each. But now I think it was just me wanting to see what I wanted to see...self-comfort. I'll tell you a story about a ladybug. My first "step" dad died when I was almost 7. I didn't know my real dad as he died when my mother was pregnant for me. My dad that just died in AUG was my dad for the last 43 years. I never considered either a "step" dad...they were my dad. I was close to both of them. Anyway, I went out to see my first dad...before this dad died...hope this isn't confusing...and I was going through something and wasn't sure if it would be straightened out. When I first got to his grave that day...this was in JUN...I saw a ladybug walking on his grave marker. I smiled because I thought he had made sure it was there to let me know, it would be okay. I sat down on my sheet next to his grave and had my legs outstretched and had lost sight of the ladybug while doing this. But after I stretched my legs, there on my pants was the ladybug. I couldn't figure out how it got there. I let it crawl on my finger and talked to my dad and told him thank you and I would quit worrying. That ladybug stayed on my finger the 20 minutes I was there and when I went to leave, I put it on one of the flowers on his grave. That ladybug meant a lot to me. I was sure it was a sign from him. My dad that just died used to say to me...you will probably be the only one who brings me flowers when I die. He knew I always brought them out to my other dad. Sunday, I was out there putting new flowers on both their graves and sitting and crying and talking to my dad that just died and I looked up and flying overhead was a bald eagle. It was beautiful. I wanted to think it was my dad giving him dying was horrible and it haunts me. His last words were to me as I was the one with him in the ER before they transferred him to another hospital and he never spoke to any of us again. Even his last words haunt me. He said.."I'm sorry". Those two words can mean so many things and I am not sure exactly why he said it. He was only 64. He was only 13 years older than I am. He was younger than my mom when they married. A mere child really..he was only 21 and married a woman with 6 kids. I can't even imagine. Yet, he became a wonderful dad. And my heart aches so badly and I know my dad would have come to see me...physically.....to help me get through this...if there really was an afterlife. That's how he was. Always there for me. I miss him and am lost without him here........

Julie Bamonte Burgo: Candace, I lost my dad in 2006 and then my mom 3 years later in 2009. It's very difficult and I still cry. It gets better, then you have your bad days. I do get a lot of signs (my husband and daughter too) my siblings seem to get them a lot when they are with me. I was mom's caregiver for 3 years, my family moved in with her after my dad passed. She had cancer. We were very close. They signs we get are numbers like "Little Red Bird" we get 555 11:11 (that's when she passed) so many number like 444 333 - we see robins and turn the radio on a just the right time. I get the first three numbers of her home phone (my grandmas house) often too. We have had some electrical things happen with lights that were not plugged in and lights turning off by themselves. Pray a lot! Pray and cry... that's when I really get the signs. They'll come to you!!! Hugs to you. Keep pictures and belongings around you and do not let anyone tell you that it is unhealthy to do that. We all grieve at our own pace.

Little Red Bird ~ Logo is Process

(Logo decision is in process.... :).... hang tight!)

The cardinal has been so significant in my life since the day Mary died and has brought me so much love, peace and synchronicities that I've decided to share it with Facebook World.

"Litte Red Bird" has come to life! Chirp Chirp Chirping away!

Website http://www.facebook.com/littleredbirdchirps

Angel Assignments

Through my "Little Red Bird" fan page, I have been connected to an angel named Rev. Jacqueline J Garner who has a fan page "Angel Assignments". Synchronistically she posted an Angel Message from the Cardinal that I was meant to see:The Cardinal is a power-packed bird that transforms and awakens us. Its color and voice are its two strongest characteristics. It is a member of the finch family and is often recognized by its brilliant red color.

When a person receives a message through the cardinal and they step onto a spiritual path, there will be no turning back. Everything else in their life will seem insignificant. Extra care must be taken here to insure personal happiness, particularly in the area of one-to-one relationships. Balancing spiritual ideals and physical pleasure will need to be instated in ones life so harmony on all levels is known.

Often the cardinal represents someone we love who has passed on & this is their message the cardinal brings~ To Be happy!

God & Our Angels often speak to us through subtle messages & symbols. Their messages can be like little treasures just waiting for us to recognize them. They may come as a vision, a thought, a word, a feeling, a sound or even in physical form.

By~ Rev Jacqueline J Garner, Angel Assignments ~ Please also join me on my fanpage at www.facebook.com/angelassignments ♥

"I see now that I have been led to just the right people at just the right time, in order to continue my education." ~ Neale Donald Walsch

Little Red Bird & Facebook

A week ago today I was inspired to start a Facebook fan page named:

Little Red Bird

www.facebook.com/littleredbirdchirps

Little Red Bird promotes HOPE, LOVE, Inspiration and Motivation through Positive Living!

In a time of heartache and despair, when life just didn't seem fair, a little red cardinal flew to my side and for a moment, made the ache disappear.
That was just the beginning...... today the little red bird chirp chirp chirps everywhere.

This is a place to share the positive lil chirps we all need to hear.

"Remember, life is a journey and everything happens for a reason. Life may not always be easy, but that's okay, if life was always good and easy than how would we know the difference between the good and the bad?"

Read them, live them, take them to share. In order to keep it, you must give it away. Chirp away my dear friends, I can't wait to hear!

Mary is here! With me and through me, her love I will share!
(a Logo is on it's way)