No, it wasn’t Santa.
Yesterday we were on our way to the library when, before we got to the corner, my younger daughter said, “There’s an owl, Mama.”
I thought she was kidding me. They do that, my daughters, then say, “Made you look!” just like I did when I was their age.
There were several women huddled near the fence of the last house on our block. And sitting on the fence, allowing us to look, to gaze in wonder, was a hawk. After a while, having given us a good time to gawk, the hawk flew up onto the eaves of the house, perching atop a fake owl, talons on the plastic head.
I didn’t have my camera with me, naturally, so I found a photo on flicker to show instead. Perhaps this is an omen, a signal for the coming year, a beckoning.
The Hawk as totem represents vision and creative purpose, moving between the seen and the unseen, bringing the message of heaven to earth.
Merry Christmas and happy holidays of all sorts. May we celebrate light, love and all that honours them not only today but in all the days to come.