As the day progressed and the clouds parted to reveal an amber sunset, who appeared behind the veil of snow-filled air? Blackbird. Despite the mist that still lingered from a day of “weather”, the sound of blackbird’s rejoicing song could be heard for at least a hundred yards. Nothing was going to steal their thunder; they were joyous…rain, sleet, snow, or shine.
The stark contrast of these black beauties against, what almost resembles a tree of the Serengeti, reminded me of what Druid legends say about the blackbird: their iridescent black plumage holds the energies of mysticism and magic. The birds of Rhiannon, the lunar Welsh goddess, are 3 blackbirds which sit and sing in the World Tree–the tree of other worlds. Their singing puts the listener into a deep sleep or a trance which enables him or her to travel to the outer realms that impart mystic secrets.
As I listened to the delightful music of this group of blackbirds, I, indeed, became mesmerized. Deep sleep? Other world travel? Hmmmmm…….maybe!