Today I was sitting at my desk and looking out the window at the ocean, and saw some wings flutter past and heard a loud sudden thump.
I went to the door and a little brown and white spotted thrush was lying unconscious on the ground. I hoped he was just in coma and would get up, but could feel his soul escaping. I sang to him and put my hands around him to heal him like with the finch, but it felt like air escaping, then empty. I said some words for him and asked the earth to take him into her, and for him not to be scared as they once again became one. I went out to the garden and dug a hole in the compost and put him inside. I sang with some of the attendees - a blue jay, a snake, a lizard and a few other chirping birds.

It was amazing how light he was when I brought him over to bury him. Air. Just beautiful colorful feathers and his now empty shell, which just moments ago was full of life as he was flying over the mountain. The end of life is so sudden. With a loud thump. But at least at that moment he was soaring in the blue sky, free and happy.

I told Eric about it and he said he had found two other thrushes on the ground that morning that had flown into their house. Very strange, startling. If the omen of the lost little finch last week brought the fires, I wonder what this means...

hopefully it is just a continuation of the theme of transformation.. albeit a bit more intense.

Today I am grateful that I am still breathing after my own neck broke with a sudden thump. The veil between life and the after life is so thin.

**photo: earth vs. fire, the arbitrary burn line on the land where the fire stopped and vegetation prevailed