It was a particularly rainy morning last week when I spotted him…a beautiful hawk. In a glimmer of sunlight, he was resting and drying his wet feathers.
As I watched him, I had a thought. Nature beings follow the natural rhythms of the Earth. And winter is a time of intense quiet when nature turns inward to rest and rejuvenate.
I suspect the hawk was a reminder to slow the pace of life and slip into the quiet more and more. To slow my thoughts and welcome the dreams and visions of my heart, and to begin to feel what’s possible.
Perhaps the key to gracefully navigating an uncertain and uncharted world.
How grateful I am to the hawk for showing the way…
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