I was close enough to see her silhouetted against the grumpy grey skies being shoved along by a brisk breeze. I could see her head move. She was scanning the slope, totally focused.
The wind was strong, buffeting at her side as she maintained her position above me. She made it look so easy, holding back the gusts while she looked for breakfast.
Then she let go and was blown sideways across to the woods below us to our left. I gasped - oh! Quick as a flash though, she slid back to her spot above me – the best place to see down the hill to the valley below.
I was awestruck at being so close that I could observe this focused hunter scan, hold her place, controlling the wind and sky with such ease. I could see her head look from side to side!
I felt honoured and grateful for the gift I had been given. But, what could I learn from this beautiful, poised raptor?
As I reluctantly walked back down the hill, into the woods and towards the car, my brain was churning. “Its all about focus” I thought “she was showing me how to be dedicated to my work and business. Just like I want to be and am not.” Telling myself off, beating myself up – again, I looked up and floating through the tree arch, drifting down to land on the path three steps ahead of me, was a white feather. Crying and laughing at the same time I realised I was being gently reminded that I was not being criticised, I was being loved.
There are times when I feel aligned, like that hawk. In perfect synchronicity, with the forces around me. Writing this, for example, I feel that ease. Sitting here listening to music, looking out of the window, attempting to recreate, in writing, my experience of the hawk on the Chill Hill; I am happy.
I have other things to do; a tax return, meeting minutes, money manoeuvring, webpage to complete, a service to launch, people to call, washing to save, a cat to cuddle... the list is endless.
My take from the chill hill hawk is this; when I am so overwhelmed about all I have “to do” that I spin around not doing anything, its time to do what brings me joy. Writing is my flying. I am a hawk. I scan for the right words to express my feelings. I hunt for meaning. I hold my place above the page against the buffeting distractions.
What brings you joy? How do you soar and focus?