In the nearly a week since I wrote about my encounter with a hawk, I have seen that hawk (or its friends and family) nearly every day. I'm pretty sure it is a red-tailed hawk. For the sake of consistency, and because it feels right, I'm going think of it as a single bird, and to refer to her as female. Spiritually, hawks represent messages from the divine plane, power, and foresight...it's possible that last week's elementary efforts (by me) to communicate with her have led her to be more visible around here -- or perhaps it is complete coincidence. I'm thinking of her as "my hawk", for the moment, anyway. In my situation, adding a pet to my life has never been an option, so the longing for animal companionship and guidance needs to be filled in other ways...
Has it only been a week? Really? The million-ton week, falling like a boulder into the lake sending shock waves in all directions. None of us will be left untouched, no matter how spiritually high we fly...the important thing will be to keep our angel wings on, no matter what. To continue to represent the Love of the Goddess, no matter what. And to thank the hawks and squirrels and deer and woodpeckers that wander into our lives, reminding us that these beings are literally our sisters and brothers.
