In addition to my newly discovered love affair with drift wood, I am also mad about the wild animals that come to speak to me on my journeys around the hills of Marin and beyond. So, when the two worlds collided I was smitten.
I am blown away by the myriad of comments I received describing image after image that you discovered in this simple yet stunning piece of drift wood…things I never saw because I could only see one thing. And still, even after reading the detailed descriptions of what you saw, I can only see one thing.
No, it’s not a beautiful man, or a ruptured heart, or chocolate and peanut butter ice cream (I am having SUCH a craving!), but a bird. Specifically, a Falcon. His eye is perfectly created out of a thin circle ringing a dark pupil nearly dead center in the photo. Just under the darkened ‘eyebrow’. His feathers lay smooth against his neck, and his beak, fairly short yet powerful, extends to the left. His head feathers are ruffled and blown out, as if he just finished plummeting to earth at speeds up to 200 MPH to catch his prey – a frog, a fish, a mouse – stopping short with the wind rushing in around him. Falcons, when they are diving to kill, are the fastest animals on the planet.
I saw the image immediately upon encountering the
tree piece of drift wood. I sat up on its smooth base where the roots curled and arced like a serpent and gazed at this stunning bird whose being was anything but wooden. We connected. Mr. Jackpot said I wouldn’t see him come the morning, after the wine buzz had worn off.
I saw him. Again and again. He’s been in my heart ever since.
I have never seen a Falcon in the wild. But somehow I knew that was the bird. It wasn’t a Hawk or an Eagle. It was 100% Falcon. Of that I was certain. I snapped a few pictures and thought nothing more than, Beautiful bird.
I wish just once I could feel what it is like to be a bird. Just once. Any more than that and I might choose never to revert back to my featherless form. I’m so grateful to have seen him. I felt like I was flying while I spent time with him.
I looked up the animal totem card for the Falcon. I’m not a daily animal totem card user, or even monthly. I should be. (One thing at a time…) But I do have what I would call a delicious relationship with wild animals. I have since I was a little girl. They seek me out and they stay close. They follow me and they guide me. Ones that should never stop to let a human pet them let me pet them. And I’m not afraid. Well, except for the arachnid variety. But I’m not really afraid of them anymore. I just don’t want to curl up and read a book with one nestled against my belly, me stroking his. So, when I learned of animal totem cards I began to refer to them after an animal encounter that would leave me pondering its meaning.
In my search I found this particular interpretation of the meaning behind an encounter with a Falcon:
“Falcon comes when you require higher vision and knowledge, being in a position to see everything, knowing when to fully commit and act, teaching how to ride the wind. Accompanies the soul back to the soul world, soul healing. The Falcon represents visionary power and leads you to your life purpose. The Falcon carries a message of transition and change.”
Um, Yes, yes, yes, yes, sounds good, cool, wow – that rocks, s…tuff is sure changing.
I’m pretty stoked I had such a meaningful connection with a Falcon. I could have had an encounter with a Trapdoor Spider (I am NOT googling this for you.), which carries this interpretation:
“Familiarity with Darkness. Waiting in the Dark. Ground-Weaving. An Insular Life. Agoraphobia. The Ancestor of Spiders. Earth Wisdom. Entrapment. Entanglement. Quick Reflexes. Patience. Timidity. Longevity. Connection to the Goddess. Connection to Underworld Deities. The Underworld. Secret Places. Escape Routes. Self-Protection. The Threshold and Doorways.”
Yea. That wouldn’t resonate at all.
I didn’t have to ponder the appearance of the Falcon much. It is an affirmation that I am perfectly on path. That there is a reason for all that is happening in my life, and a reason for this blog. It’s here that I am able to create sense out of the beautiful punk rock noise of my life. I’m in the midst of a process that will culminate in the “understanding of my life purpose”, of that I am certain.
But one thing that caused me to pause was when I made connection between the sheer power of the Falcon when he goes in for the kill, and how I would behave when The Genius and I got into a row. I have a way with words. That is a trait that I have left behind. I would imagine most writers, given our love of words, can craft a stinging barb (with an intellectual bent, which is so annoying) and throw it like Nolan Ryan. I’ve had a history of fast pitches myself, with less strikes, but more throws than I’d like. It’s the Falcon’s job to do that now. Not mine. I can leave that in his talons.
I’m taking myself on a date Friday night. My open water swim was postponed so I’m going to hit the pool and see if I can do a mile. Cue snickering… And then go out for dinner. I’m looking forward to the spirited conversation. We have a lot to catch up on. I’ll catch you up on Saturday.