A full moon rose and fell so brightly last night and early this morning here over Squirrel Run. Though we had skies full of clouds, they were broken up enough for the moonlight to beam through its heavenly reflection. The time of the full moon is always a time for me to let go of something, a belief or something else, that no longer serves me, and to call in and set the intention for something that does serve me to come in. That this full moon falls on Christmas and here so close to the Winter Solstice and the end of the year is a powerful moon indeed. And it seems that I have uncovered some very old and deeply held beliefs that have been running under the surface of my conscious life but are clearly false and contrary to what my heart is calling for me. I am letting go and allowing space for deeper listening to my heart.
The Great Horned Owls were busy throughout the night calling and having quite the conversation. I heard them from four different locations around the outside of the house. Would that I had been versed in their language, for the banter went on for some hours. I woke off and on through the night and wee hours of the morning, and each time I could hear these birds who-ooo-ing away just outside in the woods. The vision of these owls is amongst the keenest in the animal kingdom. Their rods and cones, structures within the eyes, are so designed as to allow them to sense the smallest amount of light emitted in the darkness, and with their ability to fly silently, they are quite talented and stealthy night hunters. Their superior vision gives them the reputation as spirit totem animals of being able to penetrate through the veil that separates the physical and spiritual worlds. And as these birds can find even the smallest amount of light in the darkness, well that certainly speaks to the old and imminently serving belief within me that one can always find the light in the darkness. That these are my nightly companions is no small comfort, especially in the midst of a restless sleep.
I rose a little later than usual and was greeted by quite a sight once the light broke clearly in the little valley here. We had such heavy moisture that the clouds came down very close to the ground. I couldn’t see more than 75 yards ahead as I looked from the southern porch. There was so much moisture in the air that it had coated the tree branches liberally, and it was cold enough that this water crystallized just so. The trees were covered with a thorough dusting of the finest ice crystals and each branch glistened, even in the absence of sunlight. I tried to get a picture of it, but the result was only a mere shadow of what I witnessed firsthand.
We had another grand visitor today – one that I have seen now for five days in a row, usually sometime in the morning in the west woods overlooking the pond. I looked out of the kitchen window as I was washing the dishes and saw this large white shape in the trees across the pond. It was a bird we have seen now for three years in a row and have yet to officially identify. It is a large eagle, larger than a Bald Eagle. It has a fully white breast, and is white all along its entire underbelly. Its head is brown and its wings are brown on the top, but white underneath. This is a truly magnificent bird. In all of my years of watching the skies and witnessing the flying feats of birds, I have never seen a bird fly like this one. This eagle commands the skies like no other, taking wing and powering up through the air like some super-bird I have only read of in mythical writings. This morning, as in the past few mornings, it stood quietly in an oak up on the west hill. I could see through the binoculars that it was looking to its left and right, up and down the length of the pond, no doubt checking on fish movements in the water. After about ten minutes, it dropped down – whoo-oo-shhhh – below the tree line from my vantage point to capture its prey out of the pond and then disappeared off into the northern skies. And quite a rapid flyer it is. If any bird could be said to own the skies, I would certainly say that this bird does! I feel that we are so fortunate to have these birds – there are three of them – visit this area again this winter. And I find it interesting that I happen by the window to be able to view this eagle’s visit during its hunting rounds. Prestley Love says, “The eagle totem is the symbol of freedom with powerful symbolic meaning of timing, victory, and spiritual quest…helping you discover your personal power and the route to the destiny of your choosing.” This is an auspicious time of year for such a visitation as it draws to a close. It appears that this eagle and its companions are heralding in the New Year with us. What’s up in your neck of the woods?
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