“Hey mom, are there black canaries?” I asked while I listened to them singing. My mother had cages spread throughout our 1-bedroom home, full of colorful canaries. Some, including the red-orange canary I was observing, would come out of their cage and fly around. You can imagine, several birds circling inside a small living room, yes it was a beautiful sight especially for an 11-year old boy that would wake up to their singing everyday.
“Oh yes, son, although you must go into the depths of a forest to find them. They are very hard to access. As it is, the man I buy my birds from said that he’s traveled through the forests and islands and has only seen their aura. He said the black canary is so magical that when they fly off their presence still lingers,” she answered.
I liked what she was telling me and that inspired another question.
“Mom, you know how my aunts are into magic and reading the tarot cards,” I asked. “How come I never see you do that, I feel like you have so much to give, do you do it when we’re not around?”
My mother was cleaning the birdcages all the while the birds flew and sang freely around the house. She stopped cleaning and said, “I don’t have those gifts like my sisters do.”
“How did they know they had those gifts?” I asked while now having my full attention on her.
“Since they were little girls, they would have episodes of clairvoyance and other things like that. One day your aunt Raquel was introduced to the tarot cards and since then, she’s used them as a guide,” my mother explained.
“I know you’re the main sorceress, you can tell me. Go on, tell me the truth, you’re magical, huh mom,” I said teasingly. The other side of me though really felt it was true.
She laughed. “What makes you say that son?”
“It’s your aura. I can feel it even when you’re not around, it is so strong yet soothing. Are you the black canary?” I asked while holding my laughter.
She just smiled and her eyes looked deeply into mine.
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“Oh yes, son, although you must go into the depths of a forest to find them. They are very hard to access. As it is, the man I buy my birds from said that he’s traveled through the forests and islands and has only seen their aura. He said the black canary is so magical that when they fly off their presence still lingers,” she answered.
I liked what she was telling me and that inspired another question.
“Mom, you know how my aunts are into magic and reading the tarot cards,” I asked. “How come I never see you do that, I feel like you have so much to give, do you do it when we’re not around?”
My mother was cleaning the birdcages all the while the birds flew and sang freely around the house. She stopped cleaning and said, “I don’t have those gifts like my sisters do.”
“How did they know they had those gifts?” I asked while now having my full attention on her.
“Since they were little girls, they would have episodes of clairvoyance and other things like that. One day your aunt Raquel was introduced to the tarot cards and since then, she’s used them as a guide,” my mother explained.
“I know you’re the main sorceress, you can tell me. Go on, tell me the truth, you’re magical, huh mom,” I said teasingly. The other side of me though really felt it was true.
She laughed. “What makes you say that son?”
“It’s your aura. I can feel it even when you’re not around, it is so strong yet soothing. Are you the black canary?” I asked while holding my laughter.
She just smiled and her eyes looked deeply into mine.
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