One of my friends wrote a lovely post about the Bluebird (hail the Ophelia!). The way I perceive her is heavily influenced by my connection to the Firebird – it’s hard to be unbiased when the god I consider as close to a ‘patron’ as I have at the moment passionately despises her and actively tries to dethrone her when he gets the chance. Adding in my own fear of water, the Bluebird isn’t a goddess I’m all that inclined to view favorably.
But she is a vital part of the Four Gods. Just as she is opponent, threat, and challenge to the Firebird, she is also a sort of ‘lover’ figure to him. While she is firmly rooted in woman-ness (at least, how the fae are womanly), though, the Firebird is man, woman, neither, both, all, nothing, and more. They cannot be put into the heteronormative concept of the lovers, as they go far beyond that. They’re connected on a very deep level – each dethrones the other – and the Bluebird is a catalyst for the Firebird. After all, she is the blue flame, the center that burns at the center of the Firebird. She isn’t the typical ‘mother/birthing’ figure.
Her myth concerning the birth of the Firebird, remember, involves her causing him to rot away, drowning with him, and chasing him from every hiding place he finds. She is a boundary maker for the Firebird. The longer I work with her the less afraid of her I become, the more willing to drown. That is part of her secret: she’ll drown you, but in that moment before you die (or perhaps when you do pass) she will give you breath and new eyes. Not only is she decay, she is the life that blossoms from it.
I still consider her a deity that one should treat with caution. She is still a faery of drowning and death and, as such, dangerous. But danger is a necessary part of life.