In Native American traditions, animals carry Medicine. In some, the Medicine for Hawk is Messenger.

The Hawk flies high, circling the winds, overlooking vast vistas. Seeing the big picture, 360º. Seeing both the large panorama and the smallest movement.

The day after I wrote my previous post, I was driving to my Mother’s house for dinner. Winding my way through the hills, on streets-not the freeway, 2 Hawks flew across my view. As I was meandering underneath overpasses, one flew from high, swooping fast to the hill above. It landed briefly, then flew away empty taloned. Not 5 minutes later, another flew over the road, into a valley, so that I could watch it for quite some time.

At this same time, Joe Cocker was singing, “It’s Alright” on the radio. 

I smiled. I relaxed. I felt my Spirit settle into my Body for the first time in a few days.

The Message. Unfolding. Sent. Received.