my sweet bluebird

my sweet bluebird. 𓅪

today, whilst on my post-lunch nature walk, i thought of my late grandmother. the first time i ever visited her grave (which i found through a deep dive online as a surprise for my mother), i talked to her. not in a highly spiritual way, just mostly out in the open since the cemetery wasn't busy.

i have never really been one to actually believe in signs/messages from the dead, and still have a hard time believing it. but on this particular day, after cleaning her tombstone, refreshing the flowers, and leaving her flag (she was a nurse during the vietnam war), i took a moment to walk around the vast field of graves. in the moment of silence after asking her "for a sign", a small swarm of blue birds flew over head and settled on the tree shading the bench i sat under.

it felt surreal almost. i have a tendency to look up symbolism and what things means, as i've always been extremely curious about those things. i found myself typing into my phone: "what do blue birds spiritually symbolize?"

flash forward to today. my grandmother rested on my heart and mind as i walked across campus. i spoke to her softly outloud (probably making a few passersby question my sanity) and let her know i was thinking of her and hoped she was doing okay and resting soundly.

as i walked past the bench closeby, a bright and beautiful blue bird flew overhead and rested on the lamp post. the only time i've ever seen bluebirds was when i've thought of her near the place where she rests. so i smiled, and kept walking with a bit more pep in my step.