By Val Walker
Photo by Marius Butiuc
“Wherever there are birds, there is hope.” -- Mehmet Murat Ildan
Rachel Carson, in her book, The Sense of Wonder, encourages us to share our love of wildlife with our children and grandchildren. Through wondrous moments with young, curious, and open minds—unabashed and pure—our loved ones witness and feel our love of life—contagious moments of enchantment. These fleeting bursts of awe, when walking in the forest with a grandchild, or stargazing with our partner, or spotting a brilliant red cardinal landing on our fence, can offer a timeless sense of intimacy and meaning.
We never forget these little pockets of magic throughout our lives that seem to come to us out of the blue and for no apparent reason. These little surprises of wonder can bring a sense of relief from overthinking and worry, such as spotting a bird on an inexplicable mission who comes remarkably close to us. When we are sick, lonely, or grieving, we might be amazed that, despite the dense, painful thoughts dominating our minds, a chickadee lands by our window and chats, staring right at us, as if to call us out of our misery. At least for a few seconds.
And the whole tone of the day changes.
My grandmother, Viv, loved chickadees. When we snapped string beans or folded laundry on her screened porch long ago in Maryland, as I prattled on about my dreams or asked her about God, she would suddenly stop me when she heard chattering chickadees, her favorite birds. “There they go again, talking up a storm, just like you.” She chuckled, shrugged, shook her head in wonderment, and I stopped talking. I listened closely to the chickadees and to the wind blowing through the branches of hickory trees and over the orange zinnias waving in her garden. I loved her love of chickadees and her passion for wonder that filled me with reverence for wildlife. Ever since, no matter how alone, or ill, or sad I’ve felt in my seven decades of life, Viv’s spark of wonder for chickadees has inspired me to follow my passion for the beauty of birds.
Birds unexpectedly flying near us have given humans breathtaking moments that have changed lives for many thousands of years. In all cultures, wild birds have beckoned our sense of wonder in captivating ways, as signs of hope, as muses for music, as angels, spirits of loved ones and ancestors from the afterlife, or as amazing creatures to cherish.
Long before the digital age and popularity and mass consumption of finding our totem birds and spirit animals, I was mysteriously drawn to blue herons. My calling to follow herons is an honest and soulful yearning that began at a dark, hopeless time when I was about to end my life alone by a river back in 1979. Viv had just died suddenly of a heart attack, and I’d been running from a violent partner for months, ending up homeless, destitute, exhausted—and I wanted to leave this world. But amazingly, a majestic blue heron circled above me and landed stunningly near me, staring at me with piercing eyes as I was about to overdose with a bottle of pills. As if the heron offered divine intervention, I stopped-- and ever since, I’ve never again attempted suicide. I’ve followed herons to their watery sanctuaries for decades and I thank my love of these birds for keeping me alive in times when I’ve wanted to give up on humanity and my life.
Heron Lore
Not only have I loved blue herons, but I’ve been inspired by accounts of human encounters with herons. The Egyptians worshipped the Bennu, a type of heron, that flew across the Nile into the rising sun, entering the realms of the afterlife and returning to earth at sunset.
St. Columba of Scotland in AD 560 adored a blue heron, after finding this injured bird with a broken wing after a storm on the rocks on the Isle of Iona. He asked his fellow monks to help care for the heron until they could release this resilient creature back to the sky over the Irish Sea. St. Columba and the monks witnessed the return of the heron every spring flying down to their monastery as if to give thanks.
The Hitchiti Tribe of the Muscogee-speaking people of Georgia teach heron lessons to their children of the patient, determined, and wise heron in their Heron and Hummingbird tale.
Heron lore includes glorious poetry about the grace and stealth of herons such as Mary Oliver’s “Heron Rises from the Dark, Summer Pond,” Longfellow’s “The Herons of Elmwood,” Elizabeth Bishop’s “Seascape,” and others.
A popular Japanese film by Hayao Miyazaki, The Boy and the Heron, was released in 2023 with astonishing and awe-inspiring animation. This heron guides the boy to different times and other dimensions to reclaim his past and to envision his future.
My favorite literary work about herons is the short story, A White Heron, by Sarah Orne Jewett. We learn the tale of a young girl and her secret (and sacred) relationship with white herons who have built nests high in tall fir trees. She finds her strength and independence through protecting these threatened birds from hunters—a coming-of-age story in praise of herons!
What I find enormously healing and meaningful is to share my love of herons with others through literature, art, film, videos, as well as walks by rivers and streams.
Healing Through Our Love of Birds
But whenever I see a chickadee, I remember my grandmother, Viv. Through every single characteristic of that chatty, busy little bird, through its movements and songs darting through the pine trees and maples, I hold the everlasting essence of Viv, who left this world 46 years ago.
And when I spot a red-tailed hawk, I think of my father who died in 2021. He adored these fearless, determined birds and swore they gave him the will to stay alive after he was diagnosed with vascular dementia. Decades ago, on a walk in Maine when I showed him my heron sanctuaries along the rocky coast, he told me of his love of hawks and how they gave him a sense of peace and reverence for beauty. “My hawks are to me like your herons are to you.”
Noticing-- and being willing to stop and notice-- a favorite bird of a loved one allows us to see our person in a whole new light. It deepens our love for them.
These fleeting moments with birds can restore us after trauma and loss and deepen our bonds with loved ones (still living with us on earth as well as those who’ve moved on). As for the herons I love, and the chickadees and hawks loved by my grandmother and father, I can attest to the faith of the nature writer, Terry Tempest Williams. “I pray to the birds because they remind me of what I love rather than what I fear. And at the end of my prayers, they teach me how to listen.”
About the Author
Val Walker is a contributing blogger for Psychology Today and the author of 400 Friends and No One to Call, released in 2020 with Central Recovery Press. Her first book, The Art of Comforting (Penguin/Random House, 2010), won the Nautilus Gold Book award and was recommended by the Boston Public Health Commission as a guide for families impacted by the Boston Marathon Bombing. Val received her MS in rehabilitation counseling from Virginia Commonwealth University and is a rehabilitation consultant, speaker, and educator. Her articles, quotes, and Q&As have appeared in the New York Times, AARP, Babyboomer.com, Next Avenue, Caregiver Solutions, TIME, Good Housekeeping, Coping with Cancer, Boston Globe Magazine, Belief Net, Marie Claire, and Sweety High.
Val’s new book, Healing Through Wonder, will be released with Bloomsbury Publishing in January 2026. You can also learn more about the “Healing Through Wonder Project” through their YouTube channel, The Sun Will Rise Foundation, and Support After a Death by Overdose (SADOD) project.
Keep up with Val at www.ValWalkerAuthor.com