2002Feb15

Today I saw a red-tailed hawk swoop down in front of me and kill his prey. I was unexpectedly on my way to Trinidad and the ocean. I am reborn. The sun has just come out and the waves are brilliant with turbulence. Gravity is both pushed and pulled in ever-changing patterns of movement. I have touched down again. The time on my pocket watch is ten minutes past eleven and the second hand is still moving. I’m back in the flow. A hawk feeds himself as an act of love – love of life! Somehow we are all broken waves destined to return to the sea. No two of these waves are alike and yet one pushes another in an unbroken rhythm as if they are trying to form something. We humans are not unlike this, each contributing in some way of our individual experience. Though, there is a great deal of debate as to what we are making. Waves despite all of their thundering are harmonious. The hawk gets his chance to feed himself. And I, I will have my chance to love. Just as one pulls away from the earth, every step brings one back to the ground. Gravity: A force of attraction. The inevitability one feels to be part of everything is the will to live. It’s the will to love. It’s instinct and the desire to experience. Today I have come home. With whom and where I will be I don’t know. The red-tailed hawk symbolizes family. Harmony: naturally interrelated parts making up a whole. Love is a state of being in which all that is involved is satisfying and all who are involved are happy. To be in love is like eating really good food; enjoyable, captivating, and gratifying. And by captivating I mean with a sense of destiny shared by both people and still an act of choosing.