A Keeper of The Sacred Law, a crow sees what many do not, and irreverently squawks about it.
"The seeing-eye, the beating wing, the bird that laughs at everything. Misunderstood by everyone, who can not see all things as one".
Sunday, March 8, 2009
I Say My Goodbyes.
I went to sit with the lady, in the garden, one last time. She picked the wax from my head feathers as I tried to explain what I was going to do. She didn't understand, and I could not explain it to her. Crows have no word for "goodbye". But I thanked her, and told her about this new thing called Love, that I had just discovered. We sat there for a while, being together in that long and memorable moment. The cat wandered up and understood when I told it I was going off on a big adventure. "I will be sorry to see you go," it said. "We have become good friends." "Yes, we have," I said. "And we will still be friends. Always." "Always," said the cat. And wandered away again to lie in the sun. I flew off to the pond and told the crow in the pond what I had planned. It told me it had the same thing planned, and would come along to keep me company. "Any time you find a pond," it said, "I will be there too. I will never be any further away than the next pond." And that was a relief, because I had grown to like the crow in the pond, and I would be glad of company, on my journey. And with that, I leaped up into the air, beating my wings, climbing up and out of the clearing in the woods, up and up, into the clear blue sky...