NOVEMBER NICETIES

Winter is upon us, but November in these parts feels like high summer. The excessively wild, overrun garden which was blessed with a thriving monsoon had been pruned, hacked and trimmed prim ‘n proper a couple of weeks ago.

Bare, except for a few sprouting shoots, the swarms of multi hued butterflies of various proportions, dragonflies buzzing around and the most miniscule of hummingbirds savoring the last honeyed drop of nectar from the waning blooms—a variety of life that thronged our garden have deserted it.

Nature goes still and everything has quietened…it's hibernation season for the wildlife.

Except for the piercing call of the Coucal that heralds its arrival as it swoops down from its inconspicuous nest snuggled on a nearby luxuriant herbage making my garden come cheerfully alive.

Strutting on the common, low brick walls parting the houses next door and also along the gates and on flowering shrubs fringing the row of houses across from mine, its glossy,indigo feathers highlighted with streaks of midnight blue glisten in the rising rays of the dawn, a stark contrast to it's burnished cider wings fanned out regally!

A regular visitor in our garden, perched on the gnarled branches of the Hibiscus shrubs, it's always in my line of vision during my morning walk. As I soak in the first warmth of the sun rays before the day gets too hot and sweltering, its watchful ruby red eyes dart swiftly and fixedly following my every move.

My stalker of the avian kind, my silent cheerleader observing every minute progress I make 😀

Sightings of the Coucal or Pheasant Crow is also a symbolism of good luck and great fortune. And great fortune it has bestowed upon me by playing the role of my spirit animal, shadowing me with its noble presence everyday, the moment I set foot outside for my physio workouts.

My prayers as I bow down to it with folded hands have always yielded fortuitous results since my childhood and my faith in every wonderful creation of God has been as steadfast as have been my beliefs in folklores that have been passed down generations.

Locally known as the Ratna Pakshi, my reverence for the Coucal --once upon a time which was ideally on a spiritual level, has now transcended to a sterling plane after my miraculous mend, its once rare appearance now elevated as a benevolent harbinger professing good…better…flourishing times ahead.

The heavens communicate in the language of vibration and energy. The more I'm in the process of syncing with it, the more I understand its assurance, guidance and prophecies.

As for my healing, I'm recovering by leaps and bounds, striding towards a newer me, fitter, stronger and nourishing my self care more than before.

‘NO’ vember! A time to say NO to everyone and everything that drains me on any or every minute level. A precept that will be the foremost for every precious moment that has been granted to me as a generous divine boon from the highest heavens.

Glory be to God !

©️ Sangeetha Kamath

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