I first noticed a robin visiting our garden shortly after a personal loss, it seemed like the same Robin kept coming back over and over again. Little stalker. Not that I would able to tell if it was the same one or not as they all have that bright orange-red belly, brown back & round shape. It was strange though like every time I was down the dumpy little bird would pay me a visit and snap me out of whatever was on my mind and bring me a sense of calm.
I am not a religious person and would not have said I was spiritual either but this Robin just kept appearing, time and time again. Just someone keeping an eye on me from somewhere out there.
Many people believe that a visit from a Robin is a sign that a lost relative is visiting them and in the spiritual world Robins are viewed as a symbol of visits from our deceased loved ones. The Robin also symbolises new beginnings and life, and are also looked upon by many as a sign of fortune and good luck.
“Robins appear when loved ones are near”
Although I cant say it was necessarily good luck for this little fella. We got Teddy back in April 2017, just before I found out I was pregnant. We had been trying for a little while and when it didn’t work we decided to give in a get a curly coat kitten instead (he was a Selkirk Rex).
It turned out to be one of those weird fate type scenarios, like starting a new job and making the best work-friends when there is no other reason you would end up there, and its just the world gravitating you towards the office of doom in order to make sure you cross paths with these people, to make it all worth while – fate! And Teddy was one of those things, he came into our lives to serve a purpose and stay for as long as he could to make sure we were all ok before he left again.
It was maybe a week before, he was hit by a car outside our house, that I found him chomping on my robin in our garden – it was like the circle of life and as he was eating his last meal the car was being lined up and ready to dish out some karma for eating my soul bird.
When Teddy passed we were all devastated and in those moments of feeling utterly rotten another little Robin appeared. Clearly not the same one but someone was being persistent in making sure they kept an eye on us. Maybe is was a reincarnated Ted.
The new ted-robin visits frequently, often sitting on the fence outside our kitchen window or in the apple tree and when I have off moments he often appears in the most random of places. The other day I went for a job interview and he came and sat with me in the car park while I was waiting to go in.
I also used to walk through the graveyard while waiting to pick my son up from pre-school – he didn’t attend zombie school or anything like that but his preschool sat just behind the church and it was a cut through.
I always found it a really peaceful place to sit with my feelings and often spoke out loud as I wondered around and this robin would just hop from head stone to head stone following me where ever I went. Bet those resting got bored of me constantly decompressing in their chill zone. I walked though atleast 3 times a week. No such thing as Rest In Peace while blondie comes in for a therapy session with her christmas tweet. I can just imagine them rolling their dusty eyeballs and ramming boney skeleton fingers in their head holes to drown out the noise. xoxo
