Yesterday as I walked beside the Axe estuary, I heard a little flutter in the cliff beside me. I turned just as robin landed.
My heart sang with joy as he sang to me.
And then we both travelled on our different journeys.
There are many myths and legends associated with robins. One says that if a robin pecks at a window a death will soon happen. But there are also pagan connections with rebirth, such as the myth of the killing of the Wren, the little King of the Waning Year, by the Robin Redbreast, the new King of the Waxing Year.
My favourite tells of the rebirth of the spirit , when after solstice, the darkness that has ruled since halloween, is overcome by the new light of spring.
And so, I wish you all a very Happy New Year filled with blessings and the song of birds wherever you travel.
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