Yesterday, rollin’ down the road with bright and beautiful Morningstar, we begin talking about my connection to the hawks. She was sharing a story about a day or so prior when she and her Soul Sister, Shanti were on a delicious road-trip adventure and had a flat tire. Just before an angel of a man appeared and got them back on the road, a red-tailed hawk began spinning in circles above them as if to signal their need.
Morningstar shared how she felt I sent the hawk and was with them in Spirit. As is begin sharing other stories where I’ve felt this to be true, Morningstar ecstatically announces a red-tail hawk soaring above the car. I immediately turn in to a drive and we get out of the car…all the while I’m sounding the call the hawks so lovingly imparted to me and singing my hearts beaming expression of Love for her presence. Knowing this particular hawk, I asked “Where is your partner?”. They mate for life, you know. She spins above us with her magnificent sunlit ivory wings, sharing in the profound joy of our communion, then up into the drifts and away she flew.
We dropped Morningstar back off at her car, so she could head off on another yummy adventure. As we convoy down Nolensville Road, I glance above the car and lo and behold…there was the red-tail hawk AND her partner, spinning above us. I lower the window further to sound a call of Joy, Love and Gratitude for their enamoring presence, waving my hand like a flapping wing out the car. As we continued our travels, I lost site of them.
After waving Morningstar off on her journey, Abner and I arrive at the nearby park for a little “big wheel” driving adventure of his own. Not concerning myself with the opinions of others, I began “calling”. KEeeeEeaah….KEeeeEeeaah. We made it all the way round the park, and as I watch Abner playing, I glance up and across the way, there she was…the red-tail hawk. Other parents and children were nearby, but I sounded a call of thankfulness and after a moment of whirling recognition, once again, she was up in the drifts and out of sight.
At this point in the story, I’d like to take you back about a year or so ago. I felt led to write a children’s book about a forest romping girl and her friend, a hawk. I was receiving visitations all the while by my hawk friends, encouraging me in my service as a messenger. One day while writing I came upon the time to name this hawk friend. Knowing deeply of my connection with hawks through countless lifetimes, I asked the name be revealed in my dreams that night. The next morning I woke up with the memory of the name Skylar having been whispered in my ear. I was led to look this name up online, leading me to the roots of the name, which was Skye, with its origin being the Isle of Skye. I knew I had lifetimes in Scotland, but the memories were a fog made clear with the revelation of this name…Skye…how beautifully magical!
We head home after leaving the park, and just as we’re approaching the house, there is Skye, whirling closely above our house, as if to say, “Good evening, my Sister…time to follow the sun set.” I send a few final calls of Loving thanks for the day, for the kindred friendship and wisdom. I cannot begin to express the all-encompassing feelings of Loving gratitude I feel for my connection with Skye, her partner, and the innumerable hawk friends I encounter everywhere I roam and in lives past.
Next time you notice a hawk in your midst, know that you are in the presence of God’s grace in form. Listen deeply, for their messages are wise, timely and tailor made, from the highest realms to your heart. …and I send my Love. ~ Jess Bray “Spinning Hawk” ♥