Encounter With a Hawk
Messages from spirit
I had an encounter with a hawk yesterday — although I am not sure it was so much an encounter as just a mere sighting. I was sitting at my desk in my office writing when I looked out the window in front of my desk and I saw a big bird sitting on the power line across the street.
‘Big’ is a relative term, of course. The bird was not very big for a hawk — although there are ‘small’ hawks such as goshawks and kites. But compared to the doves and sparrows and other common birds sitting on the power lines (but not too close to the big bird) this bird was about three times bigger. The big bird was sitting on the line facing towards me and it was in the shadow of a very large tree so I could not make out exactly what it was.
My eyes stayed focused on the bird waiting for it to take off in flight. Then I would be better able to identify it. Of course identifying birds is not that important to me. I’m not an ornithologist. I’m just an avid bird lover, a bird freak. But I definitely wanted to know if it was some kind of hawk.
Hawks are one of my ‘special animal friends.’ Doesn’t ‘special animal friend’ sound better and more acceptable than, ‘spirit totem animals?’
Anyway, my special animal friends include hawks, mountain lions, wolves, and whooping cranes (among others). Any encounter or sighting of these animals touches me in a very profound spiritual way.
Hawks exist all across the plains and mountains of Western America which happens to be where I’ve spent the greater portion of my life. They have been following me around for most of my life. (Or was I following them around?)
Of the numerous kinds of hawks the one I have the strongest spiritual affinity for is the red-tailed hawk (pictured above). I once went on a spiritual vision quest out in the middle of the desert all alone and a red-tailed hawk followed me the entire way. And it followed me all the way back to camp. And then that night it appeared again to me in the sweat-lodge. It showed me something that forever changed my life.
But I digress… I knew for certain that the bird I was peering at on the power lines was definitely not a red-tailed hawk. For one thing, it just wasn’t big enough. It had to be one of the ‘lesser’…
