08/06/2026
When I came to working with the dying the Skylarks where I live became my mentors. Their famous song on the wing speaks of transcendence and escape from this earthly realm.
Yet these unassuming birds with a big voice often sing their hearts out on the ground too when protecting their nests. I find when I need grounding, when I need reminding that life and death is practical as well as poetic these little ones sing to me. This one sang for twenty. minutes on Saturday as I thought about someone dear to me preparing to go home.
They're not easy to see on the ground, they're not easy to see in the air either. Elusive yet loud they ask for trust as we know they are there even if we can't see. Like the way we have to navigate terminal illness and end of life it can feel as if we are looking but not seeing. That this life with it's multitude of layers is anchoring us to one reality but another is calling of us.
They remind us to keep talking, to know we can be grounded in life yet able to take flight and soar. They remind us that our song speaks to our people and they will see us whether we are grounded in this reality or soaring high above.
I find my solace in nature. Where do you find yours?