A Gift from Raven
The other day I was up, and walking on the river early in the morning. It’s my favorite way to start the day. Early morning sunrise, quite, and the sound of the river. Usually I get to see wildlife of some kind, and on that day it was Ravens. They are always a favorite, and on this day I received a gift from raven.
I came across about 6 birds in the trees. This one was very talkative.
He also stretched so nice for me. I love to see all their feathers like this.
With a squawk and a flap, he took off. I watched another one for a minute, then he too left with the other ravens. They all left except this younger one. She, sat on a low branch watching me. I sat down on the ground so I could just hang out, and commune with her.
She was grooming, and fluffing in between watching what I was doing. I got up and moved a tiny bit closer, and to get a better direct view. She was oddly quite the whole time, usually they have so much to say.
Raven yoga. First stretch this wing…..
Then the other.
After a few minutes she flew off, I suppose she wanted to catch up to the rest of the family. I walked over to the tree she had been sitting on, and found she had left me a gift.
Feathers are my favorite kind of gift, especially one that seems so intentional.
I found this years ago, and I love it.
“When a feather falls at your feet, it means you
are to travel on wings of curiosity.
Don’t be afraid of strange lands or a language you don’t
understand. The feather means freedom. Why else do you think the bird gave it to
– from Pueblo Reflection