Hawk Eyes XIX – Spreading My Wings

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As I sat perched, high in a poplar tree, I could hear them coming from some distance away. Unmistakably the sound of humans, they were off the beaten path, and making their way through the brush. Were they poachers?

Michael and I had just reported some poachers hunting deer, the other day. It was so cool when the police caught them red-handed, in a remote parking lot! They had taken 5 deer. Michael said he loved seeing the shine of the handcuffs on those guys.

But no, these two were a couple, most likely taking a shortcut to the water falls. It was the end of June after all, and a lot more humans were in the forest now. As I watched them, I saw how cute they were together. Hiking boots, and walking sticks, backpacks, that were way too heavy. I started listening to them talk quietly as they put one foot in front of the other.

“John I don’t think this is the way……..we should have stayed on the trail.” But the guy said, “But if we keep walking east….I’m sure we’ll make it to the river…..” But the woman sounded frustrated when she mentioned, “John, these branches are tearing me to shreds!”

So that was it, they were lost! As best he could, the guy was clearing a path in front of them, but it was still tough going. I could see blood from scratches on their arms and legs. Ok, time for me to jump in.

I flew down, and landed on an eye level branch, very close – they couldn’t miss me… “John, a hawk…..look how beautiful she is!” With that encouragement I spread my wings, sitting there, perched on a branch. They both gasped.

I bobbed my head up and down, making some funny noises, and moved to a tree a little further away. Then I did the same thing, with the bobbing and noise making, and with my wings still outstretched. The woman said, “John, I think she wants us to follow her.”

And they did follow me. I led them all the way to the river, our river. I really felt like it belonged to Michael and I, even though no one can own nature. So much of our love, and our time, was spent here.

In a lot of ways our river was like our front porch. Just being together, without say anything is sometimes the best medicine. Medicine!

Thinking of medicine reminded me, I needed to head home and check on Michael. He has been injured lately, in one of our battles with the Dark Forest. A raven broad sided him, injuring his ribs. Michael didn’t have any problems burning that thing up, even though he was in a lot of pain.

We have had some horrific battles the past few days. And in addition to being in pain, my man has been down. Life lately, has not been all about frolicking in the forest, and making love, that’s for sure.

But the fact is, Michael and I are closer than ever now, and we will continue to fight the forces of darkness, with everything we’ve got.

Peace Out!

Michelle.

 

I hope you have enjoyed this series!

       

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Hawk Eyes XVIII – Discovering

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Hey y’all! I’m going to keep this one shorter today because Michael and I are still on our honeymoon. Mornings are so different now. For one thing, Michael cooks breakfast for us (sigh). He is amazing with eggs and turkey sausage. But as I write this at home, Michael is distracting me!

Anyway! There is something else so different now, when we wake up together, which is hard to describe. A oneness, a closeness, perhaps a knowing, that we’ve never had before. Michael calls it a spiritual connection between us.

When we are not busy discovering each other, we transform ourselves into hawks, and practice bird languages outside. This is so cool! We perch ourselves on trees and listen at first, then we start singing and speaking to bluebirds, robins, and chickadees. Michael amazes me with his chickadee!

Seriously though, he is good, but he always struggles with trying to speak crow. I told him yesterday, “Michael please try to concentrate, this is so important!” “We need to understand their language, because we might need it when we fight the Dark Forest.”

I had him on that, and he knew it, so he just shook his head yes. He stopped making jokes about shaping our mouths.

And as we soar together, filling our wings, we are finding more of our gifts. Actually, I discovered one from a dream I had. We tried it the following day as we were flying. I can actually replicate myself, at least giving the allusion that there are dozens of hawks flying. I can only do this though, while airborne.

And Michael can fly incredibly fast without using his wings. I call it “turbo flying”. I have no idea how he does this, and he doesn’t either!

Michael discovered a gift by accident, that we both have. We were flying in different parts of the forest, and he said later that he could see what I was seeing. What!! And now I can do this too, both of us have practiced this for the last of couple of days. It takes a lot concentration though.

Well I gotta go now! Michael is inviting me to the stream nearby, which is my favorite place in the whole world!

I’ll tell you more about our lives as hawks – in a few days!

Peace Out.

Michelle

     

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Hawk Eyes

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About a month later, I was back home on the east coast, hiding my eyes from those that knew me. My eyes had changed, I mean they really looked different. And I didn’t want anyone I knew, to start asking a lot of questions. I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize who I was anymore. Comparing what I saw in the mirror, with what I could find on the internet, I had the eyes of a bird of prey.

I had a sales job, so I could do a lot of that over the phone. If I did need to go to a client’s business, I simply wore dark sunglasses. I figured that wouldn’t last for long though. When customers want to buy a product, they want to be able to trust you, and that meant eye contact.

So most days I could get by, but the most difficult part was staying away from my sometimes girlfriend, Janet. She would call me almost every day, sometimes several times in a day, and I would always make excuses for not seeing her. If she would pushed too hard, and say she was coming over, I would pull my “I’m not feeling well” card. Yeah, I know it was a lie, and I hated telling her that, but I wasn’t ready for her to see me.

I spent a lot of time in the mountains trying to figure all this out. I hiked the trails, went into some of the deep forest. But whether I was walking or sitting on a tree stump, I was mostly thinking. Ok I was praying and thinking. Some people hate when you bring faith into anything, or say a word like “prayer”. But I prayed asking God, what in the heck this was, why “hawk eyes”?

I never got an answer, well not right away. I was kind of excited once I did find part of the reason. So I called Janet up, and invited her to an adventure. “Hey Janet, can you come over with your hiking boots?” “I want to go up in the mountains with you, and show you something I found.” She hesitated, “Are you sure you’re up to this Michael?” That was an honest question, since I had been lying to her about not feeling well. I swore to myself I would tell her the truth soon, and said yes, I was ready.

Once she made it to my apartment I knew I needed to tell her everything. I had my darkest shades on when I answered the door. We hugged, and she made her way to my lips with hers, but she reached to remove the glasses, so I pulled away. She said, “What is it sweetheart??”

I went for it. “Janet, something happened to me in the mountains out west……I’m not sure why, but I can see really far now…..I mean real far, like a hawk kind of far…” She looked dumbfounded, and waited. “And Janet my eyes, they even look different.”

Then I took off the dark shades, but I was not prepared for what happened next. She screamed so loud, and for so long, it was like she was had just seen a murder. She then ran out the door, leaving it open, and I never saw her again after that.

And someone did call the police, so I had some explaining to do.

    

To be continued, early next week.

     

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