so , i was vacuuming in my bedroom which is a loft , behind this huge stash of paintings i have i discovered a large amount of hawk feathers. there was a light on the front of the vacuum i could see better ...for some reason i was vacuuming in the dark -lol) so i stopped for a sec. then i noticed there was actually a dead hawk(maybe because i just witnessed someone pulled over the other day on the highway right after they hit a hawk with their car) its wings were bent back and i reflected on the grace and beauty and harmony of its life planning in my mind to have a ceremony for it and bury it. i decided to vacuum up the fluff feathers that were spread around on the carpet. As i moved in with the vacuum i saw the glow of tiny little eyes glimmering in the light. I stopped the vacuum and knelt down and discovered 2 baby hawks. Tiny and barely having any feathers they opened their mouths and looked at me. i reached out my hand to give them an opportunity to step onto my finger and one of them ran up my body super fast and was climbing all over me! i could feel its little talons and its concentrated energy.
in that moment i accepted that i would have to raise these two little fledglings and also that i would need to seek help to care for them.
lovely interaction.
life and death, oh the great circle!
never forget to help but also to ask for help!