Last night as I walked my dogs after a long day at work, and a three-week and counting stint without a day off, I found myself feeling really down in the dumps. I strolled along and played my familiar “woe is me” tune in my head. I was feeling every mile of this uphill climb that has been my life for what feels like far too long. The one thought I kept thinking was, just where the hell is the darn vista already?
Just then, swooping with a cry above me and landing onto one of the tall pine trees, was a hawk. I know very well that hawk medicine is about seeing the bigger picture, soaring above the current circumstances of life to gain perspective.
“Many of the messages Hawk may bring are about freeing yourself of thoughts and beliefs that are limiting your ability to soar above your life and gain a greater perspective. If one remains earthbound, then the possibilities of life are limited! It is this ability to soar high above to catch a glimpse of the bigger picture that is one of the aspects of Hawk medicine that makes it so valuable: If one is undergoing a difficult passage to know that just over the next hill is freedom and liberation if one keeps going can be a Godsend in supporting the person to keep moving forward!”
Hmm, curious I thought, and then I just kept on going, humming along to the soundtrack of “my life sucks.” Well, clearly mama nature was not going to be ignored because not five minutes later another hawk crossed my path, this time swooping down right in front of me across a neighborhood street. That time, I listened.
Valentines Day can be a day when we remember the love that is missing in our lives, the love of a tiny person for whom we will always and forever be “mommy.” Or Valentines Day can be a day when we soar above all that has weighed us down to see the bigger picture.
Not unlike the birth of a child, during our lives we are all birthed into new things–sometimes in long, drawn out, and painful ways. For those of us facing challenges with fertility, the labor can feel excruciatingly long, dragging on until we are nearly ready to give up. Yet, not unlike giving birth, we must keep going because when the pain is the greatest, when we feel we can no longer do it, when we are sure we will die in our trying, our new life is delivered into being.
So on this Valentines Day, perhaps take a few moments to fly above your life. Soar on the breeze, coasting, and look down over the bigger picture of your life.
Yes, this part is hard. Yes, the part is painful. And yes, this part feels as though it is going on for an eternity. Yet, like everything in life, this too shall pass, I promise.
Happy Valentines Day.