Oscar, my singing frog, has disappeared. I miss his rowdy presence but life does have a way of moving on in mysterious ways.
So, last night, in the dark stillness of our heatwave, with only an occasional breeze here and there, an eery screechy interruption answered by another, propelled me up and out to see what I could see!.
Perched in the midst of the leafy lushness of my figtree, were two giant hawks, directing their vocalization at me. “What?” said I…”What is happening?” And as hawk medicine is ‘messenger’, I blurted on, “Is there something that you need me to know?”
Silence. And they sat there looking at me.
“Well? You can’t make such an obvious racket and then just sit there.”
Silence, still looking at me, solidly.
We three held this for a few minutes with not one feather flutter and no shifting gaze.
“Well, if that was it, thank you. I will think about it.”
And they flew away.
I find that when I ‘think about it’ I come up with a kaleidoscope of possibilities and so I will no longer ‘think about it’.
I will be open to the message when it feels like revealing itself and hoping that I recognize it when it does…and as there were two, maybe it will be very BIG and very 🌟🌟🌟.