The Cardinal is my totem bird. Every time I go through something difficult, I always seem to have a Cardinal appear, sometimes in multiples. Ten years ago, I experienced a broken engagement, and as I was packing up to move out of the house we had purchased together, there were the Cardinals, sitting right outside the window. My cousin sent me a link to this post "My Favorite Cardinal" on The Daily Heller. I also thought the poem "The Cardinal" is a good reminder to be your own colorful self. I wanted to share it with you. Have a wonderful, colorful weekend my lovely readers! XO Emily
The Cardinal
By Henry Carlile
Not to conform to any other color
is the secret of being colorful.
He shocks us when he flies
like a red verb over the snow.
He sifts through the blue evenings
to his roost.
He is turning purple.
Soon he'll be black.
In the bar's dark I think of him.
There are no cardinals here.
Only a woman in a red dress.