Archive for April 24th, 2005
Sunday, April 24th, 2005Hawk Therapy
I dreamt a lot last night and the theme seemed to be about some creep plying my dog with dog cookies and stealing my camera off the seat of my car. After seeking help from law enforcement to no avail, I marched up to the thief, confronted him, and triumphantly retrieved my stolen property. I’m sure the dream has something to do with the fact that my camera has been sitting in a repair shop for five months because no one can seem to find the parts to fix it. I’ve just about had it. Confrontation time.
I woke from this dream to the haunting cry of a red tail hawk. Outside rain dripped from the cedars and pines and the sky showed just the faintest tinge of dawn. The red tail has been gone all winter. She migrates to warmer climates sometime in November, but returns to our neighborhood every spring. I have never seen her (I imagine her nest is well hidden in the highest branches of a towering cedar) but I hear her. Her cry wakes me in the early morning, but unlike the scrub jay’s irritating squawk, it is a soothing sound that brings images of tall mountains, cool streams, and endless blue skies.
This morning, I lay among tangled sheets and replaced the unpleasant confrontation dream with the plaintive voice of a hawk. I don’t know when I’ll ever see my camera again, but at least the red tail has returned.







