More bird omens and good coffee

This morning, when I was taking our roommate into work, I nearly ran into 4 huge crows in the middle of the road who were fighting over some poor dead critter.  I’ve always been a huge fan of the crow rhyme (have I listed it here?), and 4 is for birth.  So I’m wondering what new thing will be coming into our life right now.  Bear just had an interview that seemed to go really well, so hopefully that’s a sign of good things to come.  🙂

One is for Sorrow,
Two is for Mirth.
Three for a Wedding,
Four for a Birth.
Five is for Silver,
Six is for Gold,
Seven for a Secret Never to be Told.
Eight is for Heaven,
Nine is for Hell.
Ten is for the Devil’s Own Self.

Crow/Raven is also kind of a family totem, as it’s part of the name we adopted when we got married and in our various creative pursuits, so I pay special attention when it shows itself.

Later, as I was taking the dogs out, there was an enormous hawk sitting on the deck.  He flew away, and I marveled at how big he was.  His wingspan must have been 3 1/2 feet easily.

According to All Totems, hawk’s message is insight, adaptability, openness, visionary power and guardianship.  So there’s an opportunity out there for me that I need to pay attention to.  When Bear gets his job, I finally get to quit my job and start working from home again.  I get to leave behind the pain of my stressful retail job, and do better for myself.  I get to apply for insurance, regulate my sleep schedule, decide how much stress I’m willing to allow in my life, and act accordingly.  It will be great for my writing, great for my fibro, and I’ll be making more money to boot.  It will improve a lot of things for me.

Photograph of a Red-tailed Hawk en ( Buteo jam...

Photograph of a Red-tailed Hawk en ( Buteo jamaicensis en ). Photo taken at the Zoo America in Hershey, Pennsylvania where it was identified.

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Today I’m drinking a 1/2 blend of Starbucks Sumatra and Peet’s Major Dickason with white chocolate and macadamia creamer.  Holy shit.  I’m in love.  Who needs sex?
(Wait, scratch that….)