I was running a few mornings ago, contemplating what I should do about a future event. The deadline for a decision was now. Part of me wanted to go, and another part thought that if I did, I might miss a visit with my son Matt (who will back in the lower 48 states for a very brief window of time before heading back to Alaska). I heard some screeching birds, but it took about a minute for me to pay attention since I was so deeply into my own little mental world. When I finally did, I saw a bunch of crows circling a red-tailed hawk. The hawk was not moving, it was sitting on a branch as the crows surrounded it, flew past, dive-bombing, sort of screaming, “Look over here!”
Red-tailed hawks have always been significant birds for me. They remind me to pay attention to my inner life. I got my answer, “stay put, do nothing”. I ran out and back, and as I returned, I noticed the hawk still sitting on the branch but all of the crows were gone. I felt at peace, appreciated the guidance that was offered to me, that is always offered; sometimes through birds, sometimes the words of a friend, a book, movie, a dream… the endless ways that help that flows to me, to us all, when we listen.
Yesterday at noon I received a call from Matt and I will be seeing him in a couple of days. I was sitting in a sweet little cafe in Glens Falls and I took a moment to look up (only a symbolic gesture as I know that the Spirit of God is within, without , everywhere) and quietly say, “Thanks for the help!”
“And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything“. William Shakespeare