The Hawk Across the Street
With a Video Excerpt Inside
I heard it before I saw it, a flurry of wings and loud caws with a lone kee-eeeee-arr!!!!!!! breaking through the stillness on our street as we crossed it with the pack in tow to head to the Forest Preserve thirty minutes from where we live.
A hawk was chasing two crows off the giant nest atop the tree directly across from our building. I assumed it was the papa while the mama was ensconced within, brooding.
If you all have not noticed by now, I’ve got a thing for hawks. I feel thrilled every time I see one of these gorgeous beings, reminding us to trust our intuition, take courage, be free and strong, open to the bigger picture, and listen to the messages of love and help from our support staff.
"It’s a hawk!” I shouted to Jon as I quickly grabbed my phone to snap a shot of the beautiful being who had done his job well. The crows were gone, and he was now perched upon a branch a few trees away from their nest.
What was lost in Ojai had now found me in Chicago, and this time, I did not need the mockingbird to approximate it. In fact, since that Thursday two weeks ago, I haven't heard the mockingbird/hawk again. It truly was psychic, bringing me an omen of an actual moment yet to come. Magic like this is what keeps me excited about being alive.
I look and listen for it as much as I can, the rhythm of the sparkles that glimmer all around, pulling us out of our woe and into delight, allowing us a moment of wonder in the darkness we now find ourselves in.
We are all on a path of our collective making, not yet knowing where this path will take us next. It’s exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. As often as I can, I return to my intention to be of service and then open to the magic flowing through and all around us, giving and receiving to survive and thrive.
Survival is on my mind. I have hit what seems to be a dead end regarding a family situation. There is nothing more to do about it at this moment, so I must surrender to the nothingness. My intentions formed during the situation remain, but my attachment to any particular outcome has been released, throwing me into the void once more. I know I am being vague here; vague is all I have right now.
It’s so on the nose for this eclipse window - a total lunar in Virgo on March 13/14 and partial solar in Aries this Saturday, March 29th - with all of the Piscean energy upon us as Venus, still retro, moves into Pisces today and Mercury, still retro, moves into Pisces on the 29th as the sun is eclipsed. Mercury will go direct on April 7th and Venus on April 12th, and yes, for a few weeks I have been saying Mercury will go direct on April 1st, in both print and during an event, and, well, I can only blame Mercury being in retrograde for my mistake.
The feelings will be big with the influence of Pisces, and I hate to say it, but I have yet to fully feel what I unearthed this week. I know the feelings are there driving me as I had thoughts about taking actions that seem less than sane. I had to ask Jon for his sanity in place of my own to help me discern. He and I often serve this function for each other, a benefit of having someone else by our sides as a guide, healer, helper, and support. If left to my own devices, I would definitely make more of a mess than I already do.
After an hour at the Common Cup, writing up until this sentence, I realized I was no longer where I wanted to be (not that there was anything wrong with it). So, I jumped in my car and headed the few blocks to Smack Dab, where they know me by name. I spent a ridiculous amount of time earlier trying to choose a place to go. Were I still in Ojai, I would have strolled the half-block to The Farmer and The Cook, where I would have certainly seen multiple people I know. Here in Chicago, the options are endless, and my fear of choosing wrong gets magnified when it comes to small things, like where to eat or what to wear or which cafe to inhabit, and my indecisive nature takes hold.
When it comes to major, life-altering decisions, my certainty takes over, and I am quick to choose without looking back or questioning myself. Maybe my smaller decisions are harder because I have used up so much of my decision-making technology with the bigger ones, or maybe it’s just that when the stakes are higher, I have more clarity. Yeah, it’s that one, the second one.
The energy that typically lightens after eclipse season has no end in sight. Based on the astrology ahead, the celestial influences, and my intuition, everything has the potential to accelerate and intensify without much of a break, if any.
2025 is a nine-year in numerology, ending a cycle that began in 2017. Hmm, what big thing began in 2017? Oh, right, the current inhabitant of the white house began his first term. It is up to us how this end plays out. May everyone’s better angels take over and bring forward the new beginning we deserve.
Late yesterday afternoon, Jon and I took the dogs for a walk to a nearby park. We sat on one of the benches on the edge of the pond, and above us, I saw three hawks circling. More magic abounds.
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"May everyone’s better angels take over and bring forward the new beginning we deserve." Love this!!! In Native American culture, Hawks take your wishes, prayers, intentions to source, the creator. In new mexico one can often see hawks. It's like blowing out the birthday candles, wishes stated, delivered, granted. I'm sorry on one level for your dead-end family stuff, and yet having a few more years on you and a few dead-ends myself, let me tell you unequivocally that you can and will heal, transmute etc and turn the lemons into lemonade because that's your super power... magic, you are so genius at it. I love you so much and your writings and your opening conversations. I now have a loving second family, thanks to your inspiring that love here.
Oh goodness... surrender to the nothingness, releasing attachment, being thrown into the void space, and not a lot of clarity... I relate so much. Relationally and in work life and in my insides and how I live in the world in general. It feels like the entire internal operating system I've had is recalibrating, the ground I stand on is changing. Anyway, I guess I just want to say you're not alone and if we're going to be in the not fun void space, at least we can be there together. And, thank you as always for the reminder of turning to the magic. You're better at holding that piece than me, and it's a good reminder in my own path right now. Thank you!