I love birds. Every morning, weather permitting, I sit on my great grandmother’s glider on our deck. I have a need to breathe the air and hear the stirrings of the birds as their day and mine begins. On days I can not be outside, I sit in front of my open bedroom window. The wrens and chickadees as well as the humming birds are used to my presence and enjoy the bird feeders and bird bath while I sip my coffee.
This past year was extremely difficult as I had a great disappointment with a potential job which followed with three months of caregiving for my elderly mother and ultimetly her death. I was unable to have the peaceful start to each day and as time went on, I felt further and further disconnected from my center. While the whirlwind of events took over I did my best to create a quiet place to retreat to for, literally, moments at a time. I had great support from my daughter who moved with me to her grandmother’s, but also my husband who held down the fort at home.
This brings me back to birds. I felt very connected to the lessons of the birds at our home. Domestic tranquility and peace represented by mourning doves, wrens, blue birds, gold finches as well as owls and hawks. Nestled in the woods on a river, our area is filled with all manner of birds. My mother’s home, on the other hand, is located in the metropolitan area of a big city. So, as I was driving in the area, I became aware of hawks. Not just one or two, but many. I would be on a highway, and a red tailed hawk would be on top of a power pole. There would be hawks low to the ground on tree branches outside her house. I would hear them in the early morning hours. In the parking lot of the grocery store I would spot a hawk or two circling above.
This brought me such comfort. These feathered guardians were watching over head and nearby as I walked a very difficult path. I found a book by Steven D. Farmer, Ph.D on Animal Spirit Guides and read that when hawk shows up it is a reminder to stop focusing on the minute details and get a larger perspective on life. Accept what is happening around me and seek the highest good. How perfect! Not easy at the time, but I had many reminders over head in the air and in the old oak trees.
We on the pagan path are blessed with our sanctuary being everywhere present. Air, water, fire and earth. We are never far from the elements of life and spirit. Though I could not set up an altar or meditate during this time, I only needed to look outside to sister hawk perched in a beautiful oak tree. While washing my hands feeling the cleansing of water removing that which no longer blessed me. Pumice stones nestled around plant whispered fire and it’s purifing flame and a cut glass crystal bowl holding flowers grounded me with earth. I can not wear a pentacle at this time in the “Bible Belt” but I walk the talk as they say and find I am never apart from my holy places.
Thank you, sister hawk, for your guidence and reassuring presence as I mid-wifed my mother from this life to her next.