Hawk Eyes XVII – The Two Become One


So how do I describe our wedding night in a poetic way? No, I’m not the type to describe every kiss and maneuver! H’mm, but we were lost in each other, blending. The two as one spirit, and yet different. Space and time seemed annihilated. We were the ebb and flow of oceans.

Not bad for a Tom Boy, huh? Yeah, I grew up kind of rough, never liking guys until much later. And I certainly wasn’t looking for Mr. Right, and picket fences. That’s not me! But then maybe that was all preparation for now, and the life Michael and I were living.

Michael. Just his name makes my heart beat. As we stood on top of our mountain, making sure no one else was around, I had to confess to him, hoping he wouldn’t be angry with me. We were holding each other’s hands, looking into each other’s large hawk eyes, when I said, “Michael, I have a confession to make.” He said nothing but had questions in his eyes.

“Michael, when we first met, I was only acting weird, I wasn’t really…..well maybe a little.” “But sweetheart I followed you in to the bar that night……because I thought you might be like I am, and well, I wanted you to like me.” “To be honest Michael I was after you….in a good way though.”

The biggest smile came over his face. And you know what he said? He said, “I already figured that out – are you ready to say our pledges now?” I was floored.

It was a hot summer day, and sweat was beginning to pour off me, as we stood in the sunlight. All I could think about really ladies, was dipping into the cool mountain stream we both loved……. “Yes, My Love.” was all I could say. I made sure I said it in a sultry, whisper kind of way. Wink wink.

We actually pledged ourselves to each other twice that day. Once as humans, and once as hawks. And here is what we said to each other:

I pledge myself to you forever, to love you and cherish you, regardless of what battles we may face.

I will always be faithful to you, I will care for you, and take care of you when you’re sick. I will forsake all darkness, and fight with, not against you.

May we grow as a couple, and may we seek ways to love each other even more over time.

Until death do we part.


Kind of cool huh? So, after we both said this on our mountain top, we changed into hawks, and went to our favorite pine tree, repeating the same words, with slight variations.

Michael surprised me, when he jumped from the pine tree, and in midflight, changed into a human again, and landed in the river. “C’mon he yelled!” I spread my wings and landed on his shoulder. He gently presented his hand, and my talons grabbed hold, being careful not to squeeze too hard.

And when I changed into Michelle again, we gave each other our first kiss as a married couple, knee deep in the wonderful river we loved. Michael said it was symbolic somehow.

We took our time and made sure we enjoyed it!

Peace Out!



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Hawk Eyes XVI – Dreaming

Red-tailed from Audubon

Hey – Michelle here again. So, when the talons of the magnificent eagle, sank into the demon-creature everything changed. No, I’m serious. The eagle made it look soo easy. He grabbed this creature from hell, or whatever it was by the shoulders, or where shoulders should be, and the battle in the air just sort of stopped.

There were only two hawks, and dozens of bluejays left flying around. And then the eagle lifted the demon thing in the air, it screamed worse than an injured animal. I’m sure people heard it for miles.

Michael’s fire – exterminating the portal of the Dark Forest, was still blazing, and in the far distance I could hear sirens. The eagle then carried the screaming demon-creature towards the fire Michael had created, and once it was close, I heard a booming voice, say in perfect English, “Michael, more fire!!”

Michael went for it, and as the screaming demon-creature was dropped into the blaze, Michael let loose with 2 more explosions, and streams of fire like I had never seen before. The flames easily reached 300 ft. in the air.

And then everything went quiet, except for the huge fire burning. Strangely the fire only burned the portal, and the ground underneath it. It never extended beyond that circle.

As I came in for a landing near Michael, he fainted. That was the only problem with using our gifts – they usually wiped us out in the way of energy. Our hawk friends came down too, out of concern. I explained he was going to be alright. I thanked them profusely, but in a dignified, and victorious manner!

As best as I could I thanked the bluejays, in their language, and they acted like it was no big deal. The robin language was always easier for me. Anyway, the bluejays were soon off in different directions, as the sirens got closer. The fire was dying down, but we needed to get out of there. Wait!

Where did the eagle go? I was twisting my hawk head all around, but it wasn’t anywhere. Was it really an eagle, or an angel, or what? I had no idea, but I needed to lift up my hero somehow, so we wouldn’t be picked up by the firefighters, or worse get sprayed with foam.

There’s something very cool about being able to change into a hawk and back into a human. And that’s what I needed here. As a human, I tore a piece of my jeans and made a sling to put Michael in, and slung him over my shoulder, and off into the forest we went.

I climbed as high as I could into a pine tree both of us loved, and tied Michael into place so he wouldn’t fall. Changing back into a hawk, I began listening to the sound of the river, our river, which put me to sleep in no time.

And for sure, I was dreaming of Michael……no not like that……ok well maybe a little like that, but mostly I was thinking of him not wanting to take the easy way, and just be a “couple.”

No, he wanted a pledge, a commitment. As weird as our life was right now – Michael wanted a marriage. I started dreaming of words we could say to each other…….and yep, I was in love now for sure. Even as a hawk – he is so handsome!

To be honest ladies…..I couldn’t wait…..well…… to be married!


More on the two of us, in a couple of days!

Peace Out!



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image from Audubon via google

Hawk Eyes XI – Flying Solo


I don’t remember much after that, other than it was really weird being able to walk and talk, see, taste, and feel, but I couldn’t see where……where my self was. I could feel Michelle’s hand and she said, “We need to stay connected for this to work….so keep holding on.”

So I did hold on. I vaguely remember Michelle say something important though, “Michael are you listening?” I told her yes, and shook my head, then remembered she couldn’t see that. “Michael…..this is important…..are you listening?” I said it again only louder this time, “Yes!! I’m listening!” “Shhh, not so loud.”

“Michael this is science, not magic…..we don’t practice magic, it is all a matter of physics, and chemistry!” I said nothing because I was falling asleep or maybe passing out.

I woke up the next morning tangled in some kind of web, and couldn’t move! Wait, I was stuck under a pile of blankets…..and well um…..Michelle and I were a mass of interconnected arms and legs. I managed to maneuver her limbs to the side and rolled her over. She was sleeping like a log. Did you know women can snore too?

Anyway, I remembered her saying that using our gifts would wear us out, so I thought she would be out for a while. The sun had been up, and I guessed it was past 9 o’clock. There was no sign of the raven, or of anything evil as I scanned the sky. And I couldn’t sense anything evil on the ground either.

Sooo, I had this wild idea of practicing my flying. For some reason I combed my hair first, looked back at Michelle, and closed my eyes concentrating – and then bam, like that I was a hawk! I jumped up on some rocks, started flapping my wings while running for all I was worth, and it worked!!!

I was flying, first down the mountain, over the river and then back up again. I flew over Michelle several times and decided to land in a pine tree next where she was, but flexed my talons first. Men, I can only describe flying this way, it’s about 1,000 times better than riding a motorcycle!

Sitting high in the pines, I watched her sleeping. Yeah, I admit it, I was starting to fall for her. Somehow, I knew we were made for each other. But I started thinking – do we get married? I mean who would marry a couple like us? Do we just stand on top of a mountain and pledge ourselves to each other, in front of God and everybody?

And it went more than just skin deep, it had to in our case. My thinking was all over the place, when I saw her begin to stir, so I flew down, and around and landed, quickly changing back to a human again. When she was almost awake, I kissed her lightly on the cheek. Yep, that did it, she was wide awake now, and said my name so beautifully I thought I would turn to melting wax, “Michael”, as she beamed from ear to ear.

I sat next to her, and she said, “Hey you were great…..last night!” I stammered, with my heart beating about a hundred miles an hour. “I was???” Then she punched my arm, and laughed, “Had you goin there for a minute – didn’t I?”

I got her back though, on the way back to our home. Yep, “our home”.

In a couple of days, I’ll share more about the two of us.


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Hawk Eyes VI


I must have passed out, because I don’t remember anything before the two of us hit the ground, with a huge thud. The strange thing was, we were right back where we started. Was it a vision, or had we really turned into hawks?

To be honest, I couldn’t think straight, I was in too much pain, and as I rolled around moaning, unable to get up, I was vaguely aware of Michelle yelling at me. “What the hell is wrong with you?!!” “You almost killed both of us?!!” But her voice seemed distant and I had a ringing in my ears, so I ignored her.

As I began sitting up, she was still yelling, “You never give up, in the middle of a transformation!!” I shook my head trying to think, “A transfor…..what?” It was then that Michelle stood over me, with both hands on her hips. She said, “Trans-for-ma-tion.”, as if I needed to hear it slower. And then she did something I would never forget, and to be honest I wish she hadn’t done it.

She looked down at me and flipped up her eye patch. And when she saw my look of shock, and my jaw drop, she swept her almost blonde hair back, from the other eye. I couldn’t help myself, I turned to my right (away from her) and vomited like a big dog.

She had stared hard at me with the most hideous eyes I had ever seen. And if you haven’t guessed it by now, she had two of the strangest, and ugliest hawk eyes. She said nothing as I emptied my gut of every fragment of anything. Not looking at her, I eventually made it to my feet and covered my vomit with dirt.

What I did not know at the time, was that my reaction to her eyes, really hurt her feelings deeply. Tears were streaming down her face. But I didn’t know that, because I wasn’t looking at her any more. I looked around at the ground and started gathering my backpack, and the rest of my belongings. I also grabbed one of the blankets, and headed back down the trail. “Where are you going?” she asked. I mumbled, “I’m outta here.”

The only thing I wanted, was to be away from this whole mess, hawk eyes, wings, transformation – I was done! And that included Michelle. Stumbling, hurting, sick, and angry, I headed back towards the car, but at the last second, I decided on a side trail. Actually, it wasn’t a trail at all, but it was a path the deer often travelled.

I walked for hours, vaguely aware of a shadow of wings, following me. When I saw the shadow covering me, I knew instantly it was her. And it was if I could hear in my mind, Michelle’s voice calling me, “Michael wait!”

I didn’t care anymore, and I just wanted to be in the deepest, darkest woods I could find. I needed to think, and sort this all out.


To be continued tomorrow!


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I Am a River Again III


They were under the willow tree, and it was their first kiss. She was still in his arms, and after Dan said, “Are you Ok?” and Stephanie nodded her head yes, he leaned in, but he hesitated. She had tears in her eyes, and yet her face said, “Please kiss me”, without saying a word. Dan was confused, but went for it when Stephanie leaned in towards him.

It was a deep, wonderful kiss, that lovers often enjoy. She melted into his arms, but he stopped. Suddenly he turned beat red, and with a serious look said, “We should go…” Stephanie was shocked, and unsure what to do, so all she could manage to blurt out was, “What do you mean??” Did he suddenly not like her, did she do something wrong? He didn’t answer her.

Dan walked to where their bikes were, as a million thoughts flooded his mind. She was religious, a person of faith, and he didn’t want to be the ruin of anyone, especially not Stephanie. Was it a sin? He had no idea. They had not even said those magic words yet, “I love you.” All he could think of was getting out of there, and quick.

Their ride back was silent, except for the pedaling, and gears shifting. Dan noticed that she slowed down once in a while, to wipe the tears off her face. And her pain was slowly turning to anger, he could see it visibly as if it was a cloud. They said nothing to each other as they reached their separate cars, loaded and left.

Dan knew he needed some advice, and as soon as he reached his place, he dialed Father Tom’s cell phone number. He knew it was only to be used for emergencies, but to Dan, this was at least urgent. “Hello, Father Tom here!” Dan was grateful the priest had answered.

“Father Tom – I upset Stephanie, and I have no idea what to do……I think I love her……and we kissed, and she’s angry…..and well, is it a sin?” Father Tom knew almost right away what this was about. He liked Dan, but he sometimes seemed nervous and overly serious about faith issues. “Whoa, whoa, slow down Dan….is what a sin?”

Dan hesitated, but quietly said, “Kissing.” Father Tom was smiling now, over the phone. He had been wanting to meet with Dan. Apparently, Dan had a few misconceptions about people of faith, and he needed some straightening out.

“Well Dan I think it was listed as a sin…..oh I’d say around…..1934!” He couldn’t help making a joke about it, but continued quickly with, “Good heavens man – where did you get that from?” Dan responded with, “I have no idea.”

Father Tom thought for a second and said, “Listen meet me tomorrow morning, at 7:00 in the church parking lot, you and I can go jogging on the walking path nearby.” Jogging?? Dan had never met a priest before that went jogging, but he really needed to talk.

To be continued later this weekend.

Thanks for your patience this week!


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Henry Vu and the Praying Man – Conclusion


It was the intensity of the bright light that woke him. He could not see anything, because of the light. Was he in heaven now? Wait – he tried to cover his eyes with his left hand but it would not move. Just as he was about to scream, he heard noises, people talking – in the hallway? There were carts making a lot of noise as they rolled on wheels.

So that was it, he was in the hospital. He vaguely remembered being wheeled in.  Weakly now, he managed to say, “Too bright!” as he stirred, trying to sit up. “Dad??” “Are you awake now?” He caught himself in mid-curse word, and stopped. “Can you turn of that darn light!?”

It was Madison, looking exhausted. “You gave us a real scare Dad, and you had seizures….that’s why they tied your wrists to the bed.” He motioned for her to undo his arms. As Bob sat up, he realized he had been there at least several days, and he guessed his daughter had been there the whole time.

“Dad, from here they are going to take you to rehab, probably tomorrow.” Bob harrumphed but said nothing else. He was suddenly keenly aware of his daughter……his only daughter now, suffering because of him……would this never end?

There was rehab, and something Bob had never had before – grief counseling. In fact, there was two weeks of it and he thought he would die from simply reliving the past. But he let it all go, and not only that – they taught him something there. They taught him how to live, to accept himself and to move on.

He only saw Henry Vu once in a while, usually Bob was outside walking when he noticed Henry in his priest outfit, giving Bob a small wave and smiling.

Madison was there every day and they talked about what Bob was learning about himself. She mostly just listened, but one day she mentioned, “Dad I wonder if you’d consider coming out to California.” “I sure wish you lived closer…..”

Bob did move out that way, and yes he still struggles. But you know what? He feels really good about life again, in fact he is back to selling pianos……like he used to do so many years ago.

He’s hoping too for the music to be reborn, inside himself.


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Henry Vu – The Visitors


He didn’t feel much like an angel. He hadn’t really lived right when he was alive, and didn’t turn things around for the better, until the end. But something did happen to him, and he started caring about people, started doing some good in the world. Then there was the car accident, and now here he was an angel, complete with wings (which he normally kept hidden), assigned to the Christmas detail, which was always the toughest assignment.

Originally from Vietnam, Henry Vu had just saved several people from a raging blizzard, and was assigned next, to help Caroline Jenkins and her two daughters, aged 6 and 8 years old. Sgt. Tom Jenkins had just been killed about one month ago, fighting in Afghanistan. His family was devastated.

Jessica, who just 8 years old, was talking of suicide, and 6 year old Jasmine, was in complete despair that she would never see Daddy again. Tom’s wife had taken up drinking, which she had never done before, and she was filled with bitterness. Henry Vu sighed heavily as he headed their way.

Rather than burst into their living room, as an angelic vision, Henry decided to use some carolers from a local church. Two van loads of people from a church were driving through the area. Henry popped into their van unseen. Sitting next to the driver, Henry whispered into her ear, “Dakota Avenue, we need to go down Dakota Avenue.”

Sure enough it worked! “We need to go down Dakota Avenue”, the driver said. As they pulled up and unloaded, the first house they came to was the Jenkins house. “Let’s sing Silent Night!”, someone said. 19 year old Luke ran up the steps to ring the doorbell, and the group started singing, “Silent Night, Holy night…..”

Inside Caroline was startled, but headed for the door, Jessica and Jasmine ran, yelling, “Who is it Mommy??” Caroline didn’t know who it was, but popped a mint in her mouth to cover the smell of alcohol.

To be continued.


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