There was a hawk.
The hawk is my totem animal, he said, my spirit messenger. I carried hawk feathers with me, each one a gift left behind by a hawk that told me something.
It's unlawful to carry raptor feathers. He knew that. It didn't matter. Things of the spirit trump the laws of man.
When a hawk crosses your trail, they're a sign of changes coming. Good, bad, that's up to you. The hawk just knows the wind will blow another way soon, and she's telling you.
She landed in a tree across the street from where I sat at a stop sign, waiting. The tree wasn't much more than a sapling, a gangly pine. It swayed under her weight.
I called out my usual blessing - "Good hunting, cousin!" She nodded, but otherwise did not move. She watched me as I turned onto the road.
Sometimes I dream I am the hawk, carrying words on the wind, soaring ever higher. I'm not bound to this grey place, to pain or sorrow or loss any more. I do not see the world through bars and shadows. Then I wake up here, trapped in the waking world by the fay's anathema (iron)...but I remember what it was like to rise up and shake it off like dust from my feathers, and I hope.
She waited until I was out of the turn, straight on the road, before launching herself into a glide that carried her across my path.
Change coming. She flew towards the house I'd just left, home. Change coming home. Home coming. Home changing.
Yes, ma'am.
Quote of the day...er...week...umm...hey, look, a quote!!
"...besides love, independence of thought is the greatest gift an adult can give a child." - Bryce Courtenay, The Power of One
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Monday, December 14, 2009
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And it's going to be better.
A wonderful and thought provoking post!
Thank you once again!
Mum...yes, ma'am.
Mister Hermit, sir...thanks!
hmmm... this post gave me shivers. I usually only get that skin tingly feeling of energy when the universe wants me to pay attention, sort of like you were paying attention to your harbringer. I hope she (or he) brings you the changes you need.
Blessings :)
M
hmmm... this post gave me shivers. I usually only get that skin tingly feeling of energy when the universe wants me to pay attention, sort of like you were paying attention to your harbringer. I hope she (or he) brings you the changes you need.
Blessings :)
M
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