The right place

Well, if there was ever any question that we were in the right place - I have just received confirmation!!

So let me first explain that I think red-tail hawks are completely amazing, beautiful, a symbol of strength & determination.  Their ability to sit, calm & still, waiting for the perfect "moment" to capture their prey, their peaceful movement in the sky, the focus held in their eyes, the power and directness of each and every movement continues to astound me.  They are just totally "in the moment".  Something I am working on daily.

We have numerous hawks that live around here.  We actually have a whole nest at the base of our new driveway.  Every morning as we are flying down the dirt road of Log Canyon headed into town, one sits perched on top of the electrical wire saying Good Morning to us.  I love hearing the kids call out the window, "Good Morning Favorite!"  or "Hello, Mrs. Friendly!"  Those are their names...Mr. & Mrs. Favorite and Mr. & Mrs. Friendly.  Mostly, though, I love that our kids notice them, truly see their beauty and shout it out!

I have already decided that my next tattoo (when and if that ever comes) will be a hawk.  They speak to me silently, assuring me that my choices are headed in the right direction, insist that I stick with something and see it through or merely remind me of the beauty and magic that surrounds us: the glory in all things.

The other afternoon I can hear the kids yelling for me to come outside.  There is something I have got to see.  Now - let me just say - this happens A LOT.  There are cool orange beetles, Hunter is a pro at catching toad lizards (that's what they look like and I have no idea of their real name!) they built this awesome new fairy house, someone picked a giant dirty booger that is a world record - you get what I am saying.  So, I was rather sloooooow in my exit.

Come to find out there was a hawk that had landed on the house.

Now this got me thinking about what THAT could possibly mean.  A welcome?  What were the kids thinking about?  The hawk landed, sat for a few seconds, looked at the kids then flew off.
We all thought that was super cool.

AND THEN....
the next morning I am sitting on the 2nd story deck talking to my mom on the phone.  The dog is laying on the deck, resting her head on the base of the railing, as though she is too lazy to hold it up while she looks out into the field for something to chase.  Her eyes are slowly blinking and any minute she is about to drift off.

Suddenly - out of nowhere - a hawk is there in front of me, wings outstretched, sitting on the railing, looking right at ME!  It looks at me, I look at him and then he flies off.  I am not kidding when I say he was within 4 feet of me.  A wild hawk.  On the deck.  Looking at me.  

Now what does THAT mean!!??

If ever the universe was telling me something, I have to say that I believe it was at that moment.  I felt like that hawk took a part of me as it flew off.  It was as though he came to claim a part of me, here, in my new Utah life.  He looked right into me, into my truth and what makes up who I am, and just took that moment and acknowledged me and that we were here together.  WOW.  It was amazing.  Words could never capture the freedom & awe I felt at that moment.

And then I picked my mouth up off the deck!!!