Archive for the ‘Signs’ category
On my way home from work, many thoughts raced through my busy head. My brain was like a swirling pool of black uselessness. Approaching 599, the state highway, I was still deep in thought when I saw a very large, white and brown, spotted, dead bird in the middle of the road. Her lovely feathers were being roughly shoved about by the wind and my heart broke to see the majestic creature deprived of life and flight. I screeched off of the road with burning rubber and instantly forgot about all of my thoughts. All that was important in that moment was getting the bird off of the road. Five o’clock traffic raced around her and I wanted to save her from being smashed under tires by all the other people who didn’t care or have time to stop for her.
I pulled over and then I noticed another car followed. It was a woman. The bird was a huge Red-tailed Hawk. One woman jumped out of the car, while her angry mother glared at me through the windshield. There were three large dogs in the hatchback. The woman had a big fast food bag ready and didn’t seem like a good person. I felt like choking her out…frankly. She ran into the road and scooped up the bird before I could blink. She spurted out over the racing traffic…”indians use these,” while she tossed the beautiful bird in the hatchback with three dogs. Indians? Dogs? Really?? So cultured and thoughtful! At that point, I seriously felt like wrestling her to the ground. I told her that she better call BLM because the bird was protected by state and federal law. I’m not sure if she knows it’s illegal to possess a dead raptor. Hopefully, she did the right thing.
When I drove away. I realized the raptor was a sign for me. I could have not seen her or pretended not to see her and just driven over her like everyone else. Why didn’t I? Why was I awakened from my pool of useless thoughts? Well…because I believe in magic. The hawk is a very symbolic bird. She is a messenger. She is a power animal with a powerful totem. Ina Woolcott once wrote that “hawk’s gifts include clear sightedness, being observant…magic, and focus.” She also said… “Hawks have a broad vision, allowing them to see what the future holds. In man this is a symbol of prophetic insight. If this gift is underdeveloped, it is common for people with this power animal to have a tendency of over analyzing everything.”
Maybe I need to see things clearly? You know? With hawk eyes. Tonight I read the “Wildlife Notes” publication put out by the New Mexico Department of Game and Fish. I learned that “the eyesight of a hawk is 8 times as powerful as that of humans” and that hawks “have excellent color vision extending into the ultraviolet range so they see more colors than we do.” I guess it would be easier to see illusions that way? The hawk is my new totem. Seeing in the ultraviolet range? It sounds magical doesn’t it? Ahhh…yes. Back to magic. Last night I posted “I Believe in Magic” and coincidentally, there was a hawk show at the Renaissance Fair while I was there. Magic. Yes. I believe.
When I thought of the symbolism of the hawk and her magic, the first woman who came to mind was Circe. In Greek Mythology, Circe was known as the Goddess of Magic and her name means hawk. She was a bewitching nymph who was the daughter of the God of the Sun, Helios. Her magic was based on herbal potions. She was the daughter of the light in the sky. We see clearly in the daylight right? Finding the beautiful hawk was a sign. Call it the “flight of Circe.” I need to wake up and open my eyes. I need to look to those who actually cherish my magic. I am a magical being and deserve to have that in my life.
Woolcott’s symbolic interpretation of the hawk “denotes union with All That Is.” She says “the hawk is a bird of the heavens, arranging the changes necessary to prompt our spiritual growth. Having this power animal can be bitter sweet. When accepting its presence in your life, you will be asked to surrender/give up anything that doesn’t honor the integrity of all life. Whether its an idea, feeling or action. Although hard work is involved, the rewards to be reaped are great, far outweighing this.” I accept this majestic creature as my totem. I am willing to put in hard work. “Work” is my middle name. “Magic” is my last.
Electric shock right through
my spine when teeth and
A current made from a comet’s
tail travels through breasts
into my feet.
You bring down sparks with
hands like Zeus in my open,
Lightening strike. My lips are
yours. Cross my heart and
hope to die.
Typhon…yes~ You. You fence
me in like father monster of
With just one touch, we’re on
our knees. A kiss of death will
make you weak.
Shivering still. Whisper a sign.
You are a symbol of the night.
Black hole cloak sent from the
Gods to keep you from the light.
Electric shocks all through
my heart when lips and
This current lives within my
soul, traveling through my
mind into my feet.
by Felicia Lujan
This necklace posed another interesting coincidence for me this weekend. On Friday night I posted Edgar Allan Poe’s poem A Dream Within a Dream and had spent hours staring at Poe’s face. The next morning, I was looking for new jewelry at the mall, and the first necklace to catch my eye was this one. When I reached for it, I didn’t realize that the clear 1/2 orb contained a magnified verse from Poe’s poem about the delicate mortality of dreams. Why must our precious dreams meet with death? Why??
Tonight I was looking at historic sculptures and information about Themistocles. It is interesting to learn more about him from artists and scholars. While I was researching, I came across a web page for the Polites Themistocles. How curious that I came across this page!? Was it a sign? Probably not.
The P.Themistocles is the name given to an interesting butterfly which looks like a moth. I believe I caught and released a big one in the gym today. How strange that I learned the name of this species of butterfly the very same day I had an encounter with one? While I worked out, he continuously caught my attention which is rare. He was frantic and I moved to him.
At first…I thought it was a trapped hummingbird. It was very large and was struggling hard to break free through the screen into the light. What was this species which “favors a wide range of habitats including alpine bogs, forest glades, grassy habitats, moist meadows, savannas, and stream sides” doing in my dark gym today? I found it interesting.
Friday morning it was so beautiful here in Santa Fe. I love the rain. It was a misty morning. Dew laced my surroundings and when I got out of my runner in the parking lot to walk into work, I took a deep breath of the fresh air. While I was walking in, sparkling dew drops caught my eye as they bounced off a can so I turned into the light to look. I saw a flash of red and the word “friend.” It was an interesting find (placed just rightly so~ even though I don’t drink Cokes). I quickly scooped up the can to recycle it and then continued contemplating the word friend.
“The greatest compliment
that was ever paid me was
when one asked me what I
thought, and attended to
***» Henry David Thoreau