Sign of The Hawk At Dawn

I stepped out onto my back porch this morning, only minutes after dawn. I noticed movement above me in the palm tree, like a shedding piece of bark was falling, or a bird had just landed. I look up and maybe 10-15 feet above me is a hawk! I don't think I've ever seen a hawk around here, although granted they are generally pretty good at remaining out of sight for their size. It was pretty amazing to see one up close and it stood up there for a considerable length of time; I watched it there for at least a minute, despite an awkward balance that kept forcing it to reposition its feet. I thought perhaps it might enjoy some food, and I might be able to get a picture, so I went inside to get tuna and my camera but when I returned it was gone.

I call this a sign because ever since seeing the two doves on my back porch, and then the parade of dragonflies, I have been looking for a third bird. Personally I have been looking for a third dove, feeling that was the most likely bird to finish the sign, but this hawk right above me in the palm tree this time (closer than I've ever seen a hawk before), feels like it could be the final bird in that series, or certainly at least the third bird, possibly 4th event, in the same series. The difference between dove and hawk though, as far as which bird was seen, is very interesting to me, reminding me of desert wastes rather than a receding flood. Granted, the desert wastes were where I felt like I glimpsed animals being mated in the same way humans had been to start this timeline, with none lacking their mate, a key component to the kind of Omni-Genesis proposed in "Starry Night." Overall it feels like a sign indicating that this process could have been easier for me, it could have been over already, perhaps now, but these audacious dreams that stitch in even the bad outcomes into something palatable and meaningful for ally and enemy alike (to each their own measure), required me to spend some additional time in the thick of it all. I stepped out today to show that I was shifting gears at least for today, resolve resting slightly for a day as the pressure remains strong and sleep does not come, a message that compromise on some level is needed; mercy, said another way. It was what I felt to be a hazy message, and the response was also not so directly clear, but the understanding that each message was communicated to the other and received, and was now being processed for meaning and shared meaning, feels unmistakeable. I still look forward to these days to come, with a dream still heard strong in my soul, despite this largely unexpected frequency shift. Perhaps if this was the 4th sign in the back porch menagerie series, a 3rd dove will be the 5th and final sign, brought by bright eyed traveler, in the afterglow of this compromise sunrise.