There have been a lot of interesting synchronicities in my life recently. On Tuesday I was thinking about animal allies, and trying to figure out what my greatest animal ally would be, if I actually had one. I know it would be one of these four: black bear, mountain lion, great horned owl, or eagle. All four of those have figured into my life in various significant ways.
I was thinking about the eagle and how I hadn’t seen one this year. The thought flashed that if this was my ally, I might see one in the next few days.
Driving home on Wednesday, Collin and I were crossing on the overpass just out of
Brighton, about to get on the interstate. Collin said, “Ooh look, Mom, a bald
eagle!” There it was, wheeling around on
the currents created by the cars and trucks whooshing through the
underpass. It was practically at
eye-level to us, just right off the north side of the overpass.
On the drive in I had seen two dead hawks along the side of the road and thought it was really odd—I don’t remember ever seeing hawk roadkill, let alone two. It got my attention and made me think about the ally question again. I guess it was a nudge to remain alert. But actually, if Collin hadn’t been with me, I wouldn’t have spotted the eagle. I had a splitting headache and was only focused on getting home. So thankfully he was there and alert!
Birds seem important, symbolically, these days in the way in which they seem to bring earth and sky together. And the weird way my hands morph into hawk or eagle wings and I see a hawk or eagle flash before my reflection in the mirror sometimes. There definitely seems to be something I’m meant to learn from these birds.