It is robin nesting season and for the past few days this little bird has been attacking its own reflection in our west-facing windows. It does this for hours, starting at 5am. I’ve seen it resting in our maple and dogwood, but can’t find the actual nest.
I don’t have an instinctive sense of robin medicine, but I do know that I’m left pondering where it is in my life I am fighting my own shadow. Where are you running into your own reflection, banging your head, as it were, against a wall you cannot see?