Hawk Eyes XIV – He Amazes Me

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Hey everyone, this is Michelle. Ladies, I’m not sure how to describe this but there is nothing…….I mean nothing……like flying with your guy, wingtip to wingtip!

About a week after Michael moved in, the two of us were soaring…..and I remember that day because I had more than the wind, filling my wings. I was more amazed everyday with this guy!

Why do we ladies do that? It’s like…… each time he floored me with a look or something he said, I was stunned, caught in like…..suspended animation or something. Time stood still, and then suddenly kicked in again.

Anyway, we had just visited with some hawk friends, yes you heard right, we have friends that are hawks. They do know all about us, that we are humans sometimes, and they help us with our speaking and understanding the hawk language.

I was so proud of Michael! I know some of our ability is natural, genetic for sure, but it is still a language we are learning. And Michael has such a wonderful accent. I would say……it’s ancient……or maybe more classical, than any other bird of prey that I’ve heard.

On the way back, we flew much higher than normal and the view! Michael said, “Let’s practice our diving!” And off he went, his powerful wings folded, head down, speeding straight for the earth! Like I said….he amazes me now.

After a few dives, he invited me to one of our favorite rivers. By the way, when we are hawks, we can only speak the hawk language, but we can understand humans. And the reverse is true too, when we are humans we can understand hawk, but we’re not able to speak it. It has to do with biology and the shape of our mouths.

Anyway, we landed on one of our favorite branches, right next to the river. His voice was low, but in perfect hawk he said, “Michelle you know I love you…..and I was thinking……that maybe, no maybe……I know – it’s time we made us even stronger.

My hawk heart was pounding about a hundred miles an hour! I want you all to know that Michael and I well…..we weren’t  completely a couple. Ok, I’ll just say it, we hadn’t consummated yet!

Michael continued, “I have no idea how we could be married……but here, or maybe on the top of our mountain, we could pledge ourselves to each other.” I was all over it ladies! “Of course of My Love!” came out so quick, it surprised even me.

I was about to say more, but he moved in close, and I leaned over, placing my beak in the feathers of his neck. We were silent for a while, just listening to each other breathe. Then we heard something, felt it deep in our spirits, we both sat up. Michael yelled, “A portal opening!”

We could sense the evil of the Dark Forest, trying to tear open the air. And then I screamed, “Michael look! Ravens!”

To be continued by me, Michelle.

Peace Out!

   

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Hawk Eyes XII – Our Home

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Ok I admit it, I did put a toad down the back of her shirt on the way home. She screamed, she jumped, she took her shirt off. But then she got angry, chased me and yelled, “You dog!” She caught me too, tried tickling me, but I’m not ticklish. Ok….well that’s not entirely true.

Anyway, I’m getting distracted, telling you about our journey back home. Besides the rolling around and laughing our heads off, I asked Michelle a lot of questions. One of them was, “Hey Michelle, are all crows filled with evil?” She said, “Not crows Michael, ravens!” “You mean there’s a difference??”

I learned more about nature that day, than I have at any point in my life. She told me, “Ravens are much larger than crows, and many have decided to join the dark forces.” “And crows, there’re too selfish to think of anything but themselves….so they don’t choose sides.” I said, “I had no idea…”

Making the final ascent up to the ridge, Michelle declared, “I need a bath!” So I suggested we head for the stream I was in just yesterday. “Ok, we’ll have to stand guard for each other though, meaning we each take a bath….one at a time.” I started turning red.

As we walked under a group of pine trees, Michelle stopped dead in her tracks. I blurted out, “What’s wrong?” Michelle looked serious, when she turned around, and suggested we have a seat right there. So we sat down, and Michelle said, “Nothing’s wrong Michael…” She was hesitating but with tenderness filling her bulging hawk eyes and her voice, she said, “Michael I think you’re going to love where I live…but you know what?” I waited. “It’s your home too now.”

“There’s no going back now Michael.” When she said that, it was like the floor had dropped out from under me, and to be honest it wasn’t something I had thought of before. I know my face must have been ashen, “You mean no more being a salesman?” She shook her head no.

“You saw how the Dark Forest came after you.” “Because you’re so special, the darkness wants you dead Michael.” “You wouldn’t be safe down there again, and besides we have a job to do.” “That time you called the cops on the thugs breaking into houses, that was only the beginning.”

A few minutes later I was a hawk again, sitting on one of the large branches of an oak tree, guarding Michelle. In particular, there was a waterfall she enjoyed, like a shower. Even though I saw the back of her a few times I was too lost in thought to think about her that way.

I guess, in a way…..I was saying goodbye to the life I once knew. Even though I loved flying, and I was really digging Michelle, I was letting go of what I used to know, of who I used to be…..and……well it was tough.

After grabbing a quick dip myself, Michelle led me to some boulders well hidden in dense forest. She simply touched one of them and the opening was revealed. When I say that, I don’t mean it slid open – I mean one second the rock was there, and the next it wasn’t.

Michelle was beaming, and said, “Welcome home!”

Michelle wants to tell the next few parts, so she will in a couple of days. She’s a better story teller than I am anyway!

      

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Hawk Eyes X – The Raven

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After Michelle tied the blanket around me, we headed up the trail, to the ridge with large boulders. I couldn’t wait to get to her place and finally crash. It was late afternoon now, and I followed, as she led the way. I asked her a question while we hiked, that I had been thinking about for some time. “So Michelle, do you think God made us this way………and what do you mean by us fighting evil?”

“He absolutely made us this way……every once in a while within our history, the dangers for people are so great, He creates hawk people like us, to help in the fight.” It didn’t take much thinking to realize we were in one of those dark times. She turned to me, and for a second I thought she wanted to kiss me,  but she continued with, “What amazes me is the timing – because it’s all in our genetic code!”

I was about to say something like, “Wow” but I stopped, with my mouth open, realizing or sensing something, close to us. It was in the sky, and it weren’t good!

Michelle sensed it too, and said, “Yeah, I know – it’s at about 2 o’clock and it is evil – but don’t look at it!!” We didn’t see it until much later, but we both knew, or “sensed” it was there.

“Let’s keep walking like we don’t know about it, but we won’t be able to stop at my house though, because he’s doing recon, and they will discover where I live!” Then we jabbered back and forth, “What is it?” “A raven, I know because I can smell them a mile away.” “Should I toss some fire, and burn him out of the sky?” “No! We can’t afford a war right now, and you’re too weak.” “What?”

She turned to me again, looking at me with her huge hawk eyes, but somehow I did see compassion. She said softly, “Using our gifts makes us weak, especially when we first discover them.”

No wonder I was worn out! We kept going even after it was dark though, for about another 3 hours. It was one of the hardest things I had ever done, and my legs felt like rubber. And yet the raven was still following us, sometimes just sitting in a tree, and at other times flying far enough away so we couldn’t reach out and destroy it.

So after a total of 3 ½ hours of walking had gone by, I was about to tell Michelle I had reached my limit, when she said, “Let’s sit down for a while.” So we sat down on a fallen tree. Michelle drew in close to me, and without saying a word, her lips parted and we kissed. It was one of the most amazing kisses I had ever been involved in.

She smiled at me in the dark, and said, “I’ve been thinking about that kiss all day….” Then she whispered in my ear something I cannot repeat here! Anyway, she also said something about it being time to practice one of her gifts, and she told me to get ready to move again.

She said, “One of my gifts is to make things disappear, take my hand…” And within a second, we were invisible.

   

 To be continued in a couple days!

I’m really enjoying this series. Can ya tell?

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Hawk Eyes IX – Cool Mountain Streams

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Hey, this is Michelle again, and you know what? It’s been really cool getting to know Michael. He amazed me that day, after escaping from the Dark Forest. Up near my place, there are several streams I often bathe in, and that’s where we headed.

I turned my head while he took off what remained of his clothes. They were nothing more now than burnt rags. He let out a soothing “Ah” sound as he went into the water. Ok ladies, you didn’t hear this from me…..but I was tempted, I’m not kidding, but I was at least trying to be good! I sat on some rocks and turned to the side.

I was thinking about how much I was digging him, when he asked me, “I see you covered your eyes again…..did you…..do that for me?” I just nodded yes, and said “Yeah”. He said, “Hey, I’m sorry about my reaction when I saw them…..can we try it again?” He was tugging on my heart strings now. Remember this is when the mess started, between him and I….

Anyway, I turned to him (no I didn’t see anything!) and slowly lifted my eye patch. He didn’t react at all, so I swept back my hair, and there they were – two of the biggest hawk eyes, you would ever want to see! Or not!

I know my eyes are gross, I’m not stupid. But Michael….well he didn’t throw up this time. He did turn away, but said, “I’m getting used to them.”

After he got out of the water, with me turned away, he wrapped himself in the only thing we had – a blanket. As I was helping him tie it, sort of like a toga, I said one of the stupidest things I have ever said. It just wasn’t the right timing, but I blurted out, “Do you think we could be a couple?”

I turned ten shades of red. But he pulled my heartstrings again, by not laughing. Instead he looked at me, with my bare, ugly hawk eyes, looking back at him. He smiled, and said, “Why don’t we get to know each other first.” I just nodded, embarrassed.

Deeply embedded in the rocks, was my place, and no I don’t live in a hawk’s nest! You can’t see it though, until I touch the rock for it to open.

I’ll turn our story over to Michael again, in a couple of days.

Peace out.

Michelle

   

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Hawk Eyes IV

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Well, if you had told me a couple of hours ago that I’d be here, on the ridge of this mountain, sitting on a huge boulder, with this strange woman with one eye, and messed up hair, I would have said you were crazy.

I’ve always loved the beauty of the night, but I had never seen one from the top of a mountain before. But even more amazing, she was really helping me learn how to use my night vision, and to be honest, I was floored.

As we sat there quietly, listening to the sounds of early summer, we talked quietly. At least I knew her name now – Michelle. I told her my name was Michael, and both of us thought that was kind of weird, but she just looked away smiling. It was one of those smiles that said she was hiding something, but something kind of….well beautiful I guess.

Every once in a while she would hold up a pair of binoculars, push the hair from her good eye, and search the valley below, until she found something for me to search for. “See if you can find the cat on the roof, of a white house.” So I would search – focusing in and out again, not knowing whether it was close or far away. Eventually I said, “There! There it is!” It was more than a mile away! I was stunned.

In between these search and find exercises, I told her how I got my eyes, and the accident. She listened, and nodded her head. “I always thought it would go away though, and it never did.” She surprised me, when she shook her head no and said softly, “It will never go away.”

I wasn’t sure how she knew that, but I was about to change the subject, when she turned and exclaimed, “Look! An owl!!” And I could see it perfectly, more than a ¼ mile away, swooping down, and capturing a mouse, then disappearing into a group of trees.

I was enjoying this so much it was like being on a high or something (don’t ask me about my younger days!). I couldn’t stop thinking of how much good I could do with these eyes! I’m not sure if she was cold, but she moved in closer to me. It was chilly, and both of us had jackets on. I took a chance though and put my arm around her. She snuggled into my shoulder.

I thought, “What the heck am I doing!!” She sighed as if she was letting go. My life was so weird now anyway, I guess it didn’t matter that she had a patch over one eye, and a ton of messed up hair. I was beginning to relax, and accept who I was now.

And you could say for sure, that I was accepting her. Like I said earlier, I was impressed with her. Somehow, without knowing me, she understood me, like no one else.

She said in a whisper, “I have a surprise for you, but I want to wait for the sun to rise.”

 

To be continued, in a couple of days!

     

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The Tiny House – Conclusion

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“Melody, that is no way to talk to your mother!!” Anna had never hung up on anyone, let alone her own daughter. Yet she felt hounded, trapped even, by her oldest daughter’s self-proclaimed advocacy for her to move out of her house. She felt bad about yelling at her though.

Three days later Melody was shockingly at her door, with a suitcase. “Melody…??” Melody didn’t skip a beat and said, “Momma, I’m sorry, I’m just….we all are just concerned…..about you.” With a deep sigh Anna invited her in, holding open the door, saying, “Come in child.”

As Melody stepped over the threshold she felt something odd. It was a presence, not a scary one….but a feeling, maybe of comfort. It was difficult to describe really. They went to the kitchen, where Anna put the kettle on, and pulled two cups and saucers from the cupboard.

Once she poured the tea, Anna asked, “So are you staying until you convince me to leave? Or just a few days?” Melody sat and stared at her cup, while bouncing the teabag in the water. To be honest she hadn’t thought of that. She hesitated but eventually got the words out: “No, actually Frank and I…..we had a fight, can I stay here a few days?”

Mother and daughter talked a long time, about marriage, about everything. “Melody you’re almost sixty years old, when are you going to find someone that treats you right?” Tears began welling in Melody’s eyes. She felt like a failure, and when Anna realized she said the wrong thing, they both stood up from the table and hugged.

Anna knew her daughter often felt lost, sometimes confused by life even. She always seemed like a little girl, lost in a forest. But now it was simply a time for holding her, assuring her, she was loved.

Melody reached for the Kleenex, and felt that comforting presence again. She said, “Momma, I feel a presence here…..there’s something different in this house, and well….I can’t explain it.” Anna smiled, while she looked outside, and saw the sun was setting.

Anna reached for the door, and said, “Let’s go down to the river, and I’ll explain it to you sweetheart.” As Melody listened, Anna explained about love living in her home, and the presence of Jacob, her husband. She never said that she saw him sometimes, even though she wanted to share that as well.

But as the sun grew dim, mother and daughter zipped their jackets a little higher, silently now watching the water flow over the rocks. Melody felt something to her left, at first only an outline of grey, then white…..and suddenly it was him. He was concentrating on the river, fishing.

But his spirit then turned to his daughter. He waved and smiled at her. Melody was stunned, but she managed to whisper, “Papa…..”

And somehow she knew……everything was going to be alright.

      

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The Tiny House

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It was a tiny house really, but she always felt that it was filled with love. Even though her husband had passed away more than three years ago, she could often still feel his presence.

Mostly, she knew he was there for each meal, at the table. And sometimes when she was outside, she could see his spirit, fishing at the river next to their house. She always kept his favorite rod and reel, by the front door, in case he needed it.

Maybe he wasn’t using an actual rod and reel, because she figured everything about him now was spirit, but it was comforting to know he still practiced his favorite hobby.

Even though she was almost 90 years old now, she still got around just fine, and she could even tend to the tulips surrounding their home every spring. It had been her husband Jacob’s idea, to have tulips on each side, and even down along a walkway to the river.

At the breakfast table one morning she remembered him saying, as if it was yesterday, “Anna, it reminds me so much of growing up in Holland”. She still smiled at him saying that, even after all this time, especially with his beautiful Dutch accent. Was it his accent that first attracted her to him? How she missed his…. strength.

The phone rang, and as she took the three steps to the living room, she dreaded picking it up after seeing the caller ID. It was her daughter calling again, trying to convince her to leave her tiny home, filled with love.

 

To be concluded the middle part of this week!

    

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