My morning joy, to go out and feed the birds. The pigeons swirled in the air before me as I walked to get the seed. I laughed to hear the whooshing of their wings. As I closed the door and turned to walk towards the area where I spread the seed, my body hit a wall and I could not move. I do not know where he came from, but a hawk flew right past me, gathered and swooped off with one of the pigeons who was dancing around the seed area. I stood there holding the seed bucket in disbelief.

How often on my walks my heart soars into the heavens when I see a hawk above me. He lifts my heart so high I look down upon myself. To find a hawk feather has made me laugh and cry joyful tears more than once. How to reconcile with what I just saw and so close to me I could hear his wings? I know it is just life and nature. I can release and honor both the pigeon who delighted me so many mornings and the hawk whose freedom and beauty lifts my soul. But still….

Later as I drove through the rural mesa and mountain areas I pouted when the road curved. The picture is the image I saw. But…but… I don’t want to bend or turn. Over there is where I want to go! And then the whisper….”To do so you must soar like a hawk.” I pondered a moment then closed my eyes as I unfolded my wings. I soared like a hawk who now bobs his head like a gentle pigeon. I soared like a pigeon now so strong and swift.