Monday, December 7, 2009
What crosses your path?
Beyond the front of the school is an empty field, filled with oaks trees, live oaks, and cedar trees. I enjoy that field-I have logged in countless hours staring into that field. Watching the sun rise over the tops of the trees. Every morning, and every afternoon, I look forward to see my 2 buddies. The red-tailed hawk. Oh! My! How noble they sit upon the tips of the barren trees watching the chaos ensue. I have even had the opportunity to watch them dive for some field mice, and one time try and steal a little dog out someones yard!
I most enjoy days like this, the light mist in the air that sits on top of their feathers, and they look like mighty noble fluff balls!
One time I was talking to this old man, and I mentioned to him how my life's path seems to be crossed by red-tailed hawks. I always seem to see them. He told me that the animal in nature that you see the most-is in fact your kindred spirit. His words stuck to me like those little annoying white balls on your finest black trousers...
He asked me if I knew the meaning of a hawk. I laughed at the question thinking of how absurd it seemed.
Quickly! He seemed to redirected subject, ignoring my poor social skills, and asked me, "what is your meaning?"
I sobered up and said, "I believe God put me here to speak for kids with Autism"
He said, "Ah-no wonder the hawk crosses your path, you both have great eyesight, and insight and see things so deeply and so plainly that others can not. You are a visionary, you don't let go easily, and you are sharp...You will always fly!"
Now, in college I minored in psychology-I took a class and learned a thing or 2 about cold readings, and the psychic power! And yes, he was probably blowing hot air up my skirt. But that conversation rings in my ears 2 times a day.
Eventually it prompted my first tattoo! I got the word, "fly" inked on my body. Sometimes a girl, needs a reminder!
Rather he was blowing hot air, or speaking of wisdom far beyond my knowledge-it is hard to say.
But still there is something absolutely beautiful and magnificent about the Red-tailed hawk. And I am pretty darn lucky that I get to start and end my day watching them!