Just a friendly little hawk reminder for today. When we get too wrapped up, or close, to a situation in life, let us not forget to rise above it, and remember we are ever changing, infinite beings, choosing this life experience for a little while. All ails shall pass. Treasure the lessons, offer gratitude for the blesSings. When welcomed, use your powers of creation to see/sing/feel/paint the matter to its highest potential, and let go of the rest.
Yesterday, hubby and I enjoyed a precious, Soul-quenching day, just the two of us. Late afternoon, we stepped out our back door to make music together and discovered a praying mantis floating in our newfie’s water bowl. Being the first out the door, Jon immediately rescued him, placing him tenderly on the wisteria vine in hopes of drying out his drowning body and recovering the use of his limbs.
As I began to sing a gentle song of love and wellness to sacred mantis, he looked away to the leaf just passed his head. There I discovered a tiny perfectly shaped heart eaten out of the leaf. I felt his returning love and gratitude, and he turned his head to look right at me as I continued to sing and connect with his Spirit. I knew our encounter was no accident, that there was a message, a meaning.
Hubby and I enjoyed a beautiful sunset, playing and singing together, and as we entered back into our abode, we saw the mantis had fully recovered. Mantis’ message was divinely timed, as Spirit always is, and was perfect confirmation of my recent embrace of hibernation and reflection for creative Soul renewal.
“Usually the Praying Mantis makes an appearance when we’ve flooded our lives with so much business, activity, or chaos that we can no longer hear the still small voice within us. Taking a step back and some simple meditation would be in order here because the external din we’ve created needs to be quieted so that we can come back to our own truth. The Praying Mantis always comes to us when we need peace, quiet and calm in our lives. […] Even within this calm and serene environment you are capable of quick and decisive action when opportunity presents itself.” (http://spirit-animals.com/praying-mantis)
In the past, it has been difficult for me to allow myself to rest, to let go of the pull to always be productive and creating, working toward some desired goal. This year, I embrace my resting cycle without guilt, and in doing so, I see that the seeds I sewed during my natural times of energetic action, now blossom at my doorstep as I rest…a phenomenon I always believed possible but never truly made space for until now.
The past two years, the bear has visited my dreams. Last year, they were trying to eat me…a clear sign of the need to learn to honor my resting cycle. This year, from my space of acceptance and allowing, the bear returns — this time, following me around like a puppy dog…a sign of lesson learned and confirmation of my growth.
I am truly enjoying this time of less activity and more rest ~ less productivity and more play ~ less seeking and more finding ~ less projection and more reflection ~ more receiving ~ more blissful connection with those who mean the most. I’m all aglow with this new season in life, in the moment, relaxed and open for whatever and wherever the great mystery leads me.
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You’ll learn things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they’re worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
~ excerpts from Colors of the Wind
(by lyricist Stephen Schwartz for Disney’s film Pocahontas)
My alarm clock (which I never use, except for time reference) mysteriously went off early this morning. I glanced out my window at the gentle glow of the rising sun, beckoning me outside. Following my guidance, I made my way outside to the light, soaking in the day’s first rays with my gazing eyes. I sang a song of thanks to the sun, for its precious and faithful, life giving beams.
Called to my front yard, I went through the house, grabbed a pillow for my bum and entered the sacred realm of my wild front entry. As I settled under the sheltering canopy of bamboo, wisteria vine and what I like to call my bodhi bush, thoughtfully carved out on one side like a cavern, I listened and I watched. Light was the sun and light was the mood. The tiny dew drop worlds glistening on waking vegetation. Such soft, sweet energies to behold and rejoice this day.
Centered in my heart, overflowing with love throughout my field and beyond, I began to sing ~ with the redbird I know so well, coming out of the forest to accompany me ~ with the moth, delicately gracing my skin ~ with the tiny mouse, curiously and carefully scurrying from the rock before me ~ with the turtle I discovered under the far side of the bush, who reached his head out farther once I began offering my voice his direction ~ with the two love doves stopping by on foot to say hello, flying off together with their melodious coos ~ with the ravens, on foot and in air, who came closer to greet my offering ~ and with the clever mockingbirds who call my yard home, voicing their concerns over the closeness of the ravens. I sang a melody of thanks to Earth and to life ~ animal, vegetable, mineral. Closing my eyes, looking within, I saw soft, gentle, white light showering from my crown, cascading down through my entire being and gracing the planet and all of existence through my deep roots.
As I sit here and place words on the magic of my morning, I hear the sounds of a small songbird, with its mighty voice calling out as if to say … keep singing, keep offering, keep sharing. We are all bound by love as the one pure heart of existence.
Send positive vibrations to the orca, the sea and all the Earth’s inhabitants this day and each day forward.
~ Jess Bray ♥
“Look within yourself and make sure that you are using your creativity to its fullest expression. Find inspiration in music, poetry and song and create from within!”
~ Orca (http://spirit-animals.com/orca/)
Dreamed I was a hawk the other night, having fun with flight. Since then, I’ve seen many in my waking hours. All-ways ecstatically grateful for their presence. My blessed Brothers and Sisters of the sacred skies. Whatever it is you’ve got your eye on, keep laser focus and dive in. It will be.
We are trees by the stream, rooted deeply in the earth, reaching high into the heavens, drinking in the infinite supply of sustaining waters and providing shelter to those in need… Dreamt of a field of feathers, picking up several turkey feathers (abundance). Seeing numbers of confirmation for my work…following the true path, supported by the ascended masters, prosperity and change, change, change sooner than expected. The raven visited me yesterday as I wept in Abner’s playhouse at the edge of the wood, assisting me in diving into my deepest darkest places and emerging with the light of true self. I’m not rushing this process…I’m in the place of revelation, soon to emerge in the fullness of my light. ~ Jess Bray ♥
Yesterday, rollin’ down the road with bright and beautiful Morningstar, we begin talking about my connection to the hawks. She was sharing a story about a day or so prior when she and her Soul Sister, Shanti were on a delicious road-trip adventure and had a flat tire. Just before an angel of a man appeared and got them back on the road, a red-tailed hawk began spinning in circles above them as if to signal their need.
Morningstar shared how she felt I sent the hawk and was with them in Spirit. As is begin sharing other stories where I’ve felt this to be true, Morningstar ecstatically announces a red-tail hawk soaring above the car. I immediately turn in to a drive and we get out of the car…all the while I’m sounding the call the hawks so lovingly imparted to me and singing my hearts beaming expression of Love for her presence. Knowing this particular hawk, I asked “Where is your partner?”. They mate for life, you know. She spins above us with her magnificent sunlit ivory wings, sharing in the profound joy of our communion, then up into the drifts and away she flew.
We dropped Morningstar back off at her car, so she could head off on another yummy adventure. As we convoy down Nolensville Road, I glance above the car and lo and behold…there was the red-tail hawk AND her partner, spinning above us. I lower the window further to sound a call of Joy, Love and Gratitude for their enamoring presence, waving my hand like a flapping wing out the car. As we continued our travels, I lost site of them.
After waving Morningstar off on her journey, Abner and I arrive at the nearby park for a little “big wheel” driving adventure of his own. Not concerning myself with the opinions of others, I began “calling”. KEeeeEeaah….KEeeeEeeaah. We made it all the way round the park, and as I watch Abner playing, I glance up and across the way, there she was…the red-tail hawk. Other parents and children were nearby, but I sounded a call of thankfulness and after a moment of whirling recognition, once again, she was up in the drifts and out of sight.
At this point in the story, I’d like to take you back about a year or so ago. I felt led to write a children’s book about a forest romping girl and her friend, a hawk. I was receiving visitations all the while by my hawk friends, encouraging me in my service as a messenger. One day while writing I came upon the time to name this hawk friend. Knowing deeply of my connection with hawks through countless lifetimes, I asked the name be revealed in my dreams that night. The next morning I woke up with the memory of the name Skylar having been whispered in my ear. I was led to look this name up online, leading me to the roots of the name, which was Skye, with its origin being the Isle of Skye. I knew I had lifetimes in Scotland, but the memories were a fog made clear with the revelation of this name…Skye…how beautifully magical!
We head home after leaving the park, and just as we’re approaching the house, there is Skye, whirling closely above our house, as if to say, “Good evening, my Sister…time to follow the sun set.” I send a few final calls of Loving thanks for the day, for the kindred friendship and wisdom. I cannot begin to express the all-encompassing feelings of Loving gratitude I feel for my connection with Skye, her partner, and the innumerable hawk friends I encounter everywhere I roam and in lives past.
Next time you notice a hawk in your midst, know that you are in the presence of God’s grace in form. Listen deeply, for their messages are wise, timely and tailor made, from the highest realms to your heart. …and I send my Love. ~ Jess Bray “Spinning Hawk” ♥
Everything is energy. Energy contains vibration. Vibration contains frequency. Frequency contains sound. When you connect deeply through your heart with the present moment, allowing time-space to slow, you can catch glimpses of nature’s song, and what a magnificent song the crickets sing. Enjoy the journey… ~ Jess Bray ♥
thank you, eagle, for your visitations, wisdom, encouragement, illumination and love. i have risen above my fears and self-doubts to fully accept my role as a bridge between earth and the divine. ~ Jess Bray ♥
The hawk calls us to rise above and view life from a broader perspective. From this place, daily dramas disappear and opportunities reveal themselves. Let go and ascend beyond seeming strife. Open your heart to the world. Connect to the wisdom of the highest knowledge within you. It’s always there, waiting for your embrace. May this eternal knowing be your guide. It’s time to move beyond what has been and hold the grand vision of the new world. You learned to crawl. You learned to walk. Fully rooted in the Mother’s womb, your destiny awaits. The time has come, dear ones, to spread your wings and fly. ~ Jess Bray (Spinning Hawk) ♥
Peace, harmony and working together for the common good are but a few of the Great White Egret’s messages. As members of the Heron family, these magnificent beings carry a treasure trove of life lessons (amplified when in pure white form). Want to know more? Head over to my favorite online totem resource. …and remember, any time a creature captures your attention in the moment, center yourself and simply ask for the lesson. Totem websites are helpful, but are no substitute for direct communication with Spirit. ~ Jess Bray ♥