Hawk on the Turnpike

My childhood family is riding on the Maine Turnpike. It is a long, gray road shadowed with miles of pine trees. Sitting in front, my mother suddenly leans forward and pointing up says, “Look, there’s a hawk.” I bend, trying to see out the front window then look out the side window. Far above our stretch of the road, a hawk slowly circles.

In my forties I began reading books on self-healing and spirituality. I found books about auras and American Indian animal signs and many others. New and interesting experiences started occurring in the known world that departed from what I’d learned.

I read that hawk means “messenger” and began noticing hawks in my vicinity. Initially I was bird watching, but soon I became aware of an invisible connection between seeing a hawk and receiving a message that stood out from my other information.

A hawk dove across the front of my car or aimed at the driver’s door. The dishes got left when the harsh keeeeer of red-tailed hawks drew me into the yard. After my second husband’s physical death, a friend’s clairvoyant reading ended with a hawk flying at the glass of the back door. From her front yard we saw beyond twenty hawks circling—not since have I encountered such a powerful message.

Many years passed between my mother’s connection to hawks and my spiritual connection with them. The opportunities exist to be aware of the interconnectedness of all life and to open to receive a message.

My realization is, “Becoming aware of the Oneness of life brings us new information in novel ways.”