Sunday, March 14, 2010

hawks lead the way

Some people have wondered, some have asked, some just know...
Why did I move to Portland?
If you are one of the brave people who asked, thank you. I love questions even though I might have a hard time answering. I'm sorry if I didnt give an answer that was acceptable to you. It's just very hard for me to explain these things sometimes. Even though I may have seemed doubtful, not confident, or gave some silly excuse for moving... I do know what I am doing.
and if I told you the hawks told me...?.... that might seem crazy
but
the hawks have been watching me. Every time I drive to and from portland for the last few months, I have seen hawks on the side of the freeway, flying in the median, sitting in the trees and once in my dream.
I have never seen so many hawks until yesterday, when I must have seen 20 along the 2 hour freeway drive.
I also need to mention the other birds that visited yesterday.
osprey, geese, vultures, and some smaller birds that fly in clumps...
those were amazing
the little flock birds were swarming around above the freeway
then
parted in to two groups
choreographed beautifully
I cant even describe it with words...it was like out of a movie
ok..i will try
imagine a curtain of birds in front of you
and as you get closer, they part
to each side of you
letting you pass through

yes
thats what it was like
and on the road I listened to the group 'the bird and the bee'
and when I asked Ama if we should pull over and get a picture of one of the hawks, I realized that the song playing said 'dont take my picture'
so, we didnt stop


Bird and the Bee
"Spark"

"I heard a spark
Something that glowed a hundred feet higher
I open my eyes when there is light
To see if I'm closer
What if I stopped, just for a while
To make it go slower
Still up the night, just for a while
To see if Im finer
Live like Im finer
Tell me a tale
Something with fire
To break from the sorrow
To break through the dirt, piles of earth
To see where the sun goes
What if I stopped, just for a while
To see if I'm closer
Still up the night, just for a while
To see where the sun goes
Oh-h-h-h
I heard a spark
Something that glows a hundred feet higher
I open my eyes when there is light
To see if I'm closer
What if I stopped, just for a while
To see where the sun goes
Still up the night, just for a while
To see if I'm finer
Live like I'm finer"

2 comments:

  1. You're finer and finer every day...

    And I thoght "Nothin could be finer than to be in Carolina in the mo-o-or-nin!"

    :)

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  2. its the little things that matter most...

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