Hawk

There she is today circling above, calling out with that clear shrill voice of hers. My old friend. Ever present on a limb, in the sky, in my journeys.
Some days she greets me at my door, sitting in the black walnut tree. Other days she is gliding, gracefully above, riding the rhythms of the sky, circling, flowing, soaring, hunting, stalling in mid-air. Spreading her wings. Feeding my heart.
She touches the part of me that needs to soar, that fearless place that wants to fly beside her. Silent. Free. Real. Wild. In love with the earth.
She reminds me that we dream our worlds into being (and to please dream bigger). There is always more growth, more becoming.
She is a messenger. She is a true romantic. 💫