The Swooping of a Red Tailed Hawk

Ohmyword. Sitting at my desk, which is next to a floor to ceiling window, I was privy to a red tailed hawk swooshing down from our roof, gliding across my yard and the street, where it swoop-landed on the roof of the house across the way. It took a short flight to go up further onto the peak, where it then spread it’s tail feathers broadly, precisely as I wondered what kind of hawk it was. No question–a gorgeous red tail was flashed for my eyes. Then it turned it’s head and looked back toward me. “Yes,” I mentally communicated. “I saw you, and I thank you for your visit. And you have a beautiful red tail.” ohmygoodness, I still haven’t caught my breath. The primal instinct to be afraid as a large bird of prey plunges in front of you, followed by the exultation of the glory of such a beautiful creature give quite a rush.

red tailed

red tailed face

I’m drawn to red tailed hawks, and have been my whole life. According to the Legends of America site, http://www.legendsofamerica.com/na-totems2.html that I use to understand the Native American meanings of wild life sightings, hawks represent a messenger, intuition, victory, healing, nobility, recollection, cleansing, visionary power, and guardianship. Wowza–no wonder I love them so much.

Much of the representation connects. I’m not sure about the messenger part, although it could relate to this blog. I consider myself quite intuitive as I’ll sense something, and then have it confirmed far too often to be coincidental. The victory would be if I’m finally experiencing healing from my hyper sensitivity to synthetic fragrances. I’ve mentioned before that I’ve started NAET treatment, “a non-invasive, drug free, natural solution to alleviate allergies of all types and intensities using a blend of selective energy balancing, testing and treatment procedures from acupuncture/acupressure, allopathy, chiropractic, nutritional, and kinesiological disciplines of medicine,” according to the site at http://www.naet.com . That would also totally relate to cleansing. Nobility, recollection, visionary power? Not sure. Nor with guardianship. There is another connection with that one, though.

Due to this window in the study, my dogs have a wonderful view of the cul de sac we live on. Gracie Jane and Spencer sometimes go ballistic as runners go by, or if people are out walking their dogs. The latest thrill for them is a marmalade cat, whom I’ve named Marmie and have decided is a female. She likes to sit under the shrubs outside the window, paws tucked under her body, just chillin’. Marmie looks very content out there, until they spot her. Then she scowls at the fiercely barking dogs as they try to protect their home from this awful intruder, pulling her feet out from under so she can take off quickly if need be. I’ll usually close the lower blinds so the dogs can’t see her and she can hang out, undisturbed. I like having Marmie around. She’ll dart away if I try to get close to her, and she doesn’t live with any of my immediate neighbors. I’m not thinking she’s feral, as Marmie doesn’t have that skinny, wild-eyed look I think of with feral cats. Here’s the connection I was talking about before. Cats represent guardianship, detachment, sensuality, mystery, magic, and independence, according to Legends of America. hmmm. She was my animal connection the last three days. Now today, I have a hawk. The overlapping representation is guardianship. hmmm. Wonder what the universe is going to show me next??

Isn’t life grand?? All these moments–they matter. Focus on them, be present in the present.

With warm wishes on your journey,
Nance

100 days of happy

I signed up today to do a photographic “happy” memoire over the next 100 days. On the website, it states that only 71% of participants succeed. They don’t have enough time is the main reason. In our extremely busy lives, we forget to be HAPPY. Or we don’t have time to note that we’re HAPPY. How sad is that???!!!???

I’ve been feeling pretty low lately. There really are legitimate reasons. Hubby is looking for a replacement job since his employer lost their contract; having broken my foot 1 1/2 weeks ago, I’m wondering if I also damaged the tendon (which will then require surgery;) still trying to come to terms with my uber hyper-sensitivity to fragrance. OH — and I resigned from teaching next year, by not signing the contract. Maaaan, what a hard decision. Even though teaching is becoming more and more challenging, the threat of violence hang over our heads the whole time we’re there, and the fear of more fragrance assaults that could literally kill me, I procrastinated with my final decision until the day the contract was due. And I still didn’t notify my principal until the next day because I just didn’t want to finalize it.

With all of this going on, a friend informed me that she was signing up for this challenge of showing/finding/honoring 100 days of happy. She’s a pretty happy soul, in my estimation; life seems to be going well, she’s young and healthy. Well, heck–if Kendra is going to do this, me too!!

I like the idea that by consciously thinking about what is making us happy, we become happier, more appreciative of what’s in our life, filling our minds and hearts with gratitude. As Kendra said, can’t hurt!

Today, one of my big moments of happy came from my 4-legged daughter, Gracie Jane. She’s a spazzo, crazy, joy-filled dog. Can you see her smile? Hard not to be happy with a creature who’d never had a home until ours, is so thankful when you come back to the pack that she smothers you in kisses and talks about how much she missed you. Watch it–she’ll jump up and give a kiss on lips if you’re not watching–she’s part border collie and jumps like she’s got springs in her feet! If we humans kiss on the lips, why can’t she? I mean, we’re all family aren’t we? Yeah. no. I almost lost my cookies one time when she even got her tongue in. blech. I do love her. But no French-kissing from a dog. nope. But, she sure knows how to make me feel happy!

Gracie Jane

Gracie Jane

What was your happy moment today?

With warm wishes on your journey,
Nance