THE NARRATIVE ARC
The Day I Started Seeing Swallows
Since travelling full-time, I’ve been followed consistently by this bird
I’ve never felt a spiritual kinship towards birds.
Some claim to see their mother in the spirit of a robin or a sparrow. And while their company I treasure and their songs I listen to intently — I have never looked at one and thought: crikey, I think that heron is my Grandad!
All that changed when I met my current partner.
His mother has always had a connection with swallows; following her in times of grief and happiness and appearing when she needed them most — often, surprising her in the most unusual circumstances.
When I first learned of this connection, I wanted to surprise her with a special gift. My parents who live on The Isle of Skye in Scotland, live close to a wand whittler.
Taking commissions, he whittles your design by hand and blesses them in Skye waters meaning you pretty much leave the island a wizard.
Don’t believe me?
My parents surprised me with one for a birthday — a beautiful design with rope moulding and a Georgian silver pepper pot structured in as ornate embellishment. Upon opening, my first thought is maybe it’s…
