04/19/2026
A grackle on my fence this morning.
It didn't flinch. It didn't fly away. It stayed while I snipped my first daffodil of spring.
When I came back inside, I looked up its meaning.
Adaptability. Self-expression. Breaking through mental blocks. A call to speak your truth and share your unique music with the world.
It was as if the bird was reading my mind.
I've been sitting with a question lately — how do I use my voice in a way that is truly mine? And my spirit team answered. Not in a lightning bolt. In a small black bird that wouldn't fly away.
New essay is live on Substack today — When a Grackle Speaks: A Morning Message from My Spirit Team. I share the full story and the five-step approach I use to receive guidance from my guides.
Link in bio. 🔗🕊️
With Sovereign Qi,
Rose