We were heading back from a localish pagan shop when I stopped to pick him up.. his tiny body barely registering weight in my hands. I wrapped him in the plastic bag with the intention of taking his feet and his wings. I believe he was a sparrow. I thought silently to him to please disregard the husband’s protesting as he knows not how sacred a gift it was that I was chosen to lay your little form to rest.
Later at home, I lit all the candles as I cushioned him on a bundle of fabric.. some of Walking Bear’s red and the last of the old altar cloth. I spoke to him a bit, but being unable to get a definitive feel, I left him with a whispered blessing. I wrapped him gently and buried him beneath the contorted hazel. I left them both an offering of red wine. Later I found a teeny feather he left behind for me.
Sparrow is a totem of joyfulness, dignity and self-worth.. he reminds us to mind our burdens in order to avoid a heavy heart. It is said that the Sparrow belonged to Aphrodite, the goddess of love.
“Its ability to multiply and assert itself in spite of predation reflects the idea that nobility of the common person is inherently strong. For those who have a sparrow as a totem, look about you. Are you allowing others to take your dignity? Have you forgotten your own self-worth? Have you begun to think that you would always be under the heel of some tyrant–human or social? The sparrow will show you how to survive. It will awaken within you a new sense of dignity and self-worth, helping to triumph in spite of outer circumstances.” – excerpt from Animal-Speak.
When I thought on my wee Sparrow much later, I realized that he did bring something forth for me to ponder on, though not necessarily the above.. or maybe not exactly..