A Hawk Encounter Of The Amazing Kind

When my son died, I was a personal trainer that worked with those who wanted their physical fitness to be less about inches and pounds lost and more about learning great fun and physical hobbies.   We figured and rightly so that their fitness would come from the joy of the doing of these outdoor adventures.  What this meant was that for most of the year, our classes were held outside at the trailhead to a local river trail.  During this whole experience, I thought I had died and gone to Heaven.  I mean who would have ever thought I could have so much fun, get paid to be in the fresh air, loving the scenery, listening to the steady rush of the river, hearing the bugs buzz, birds chirp and watching the wildlife shadows flit against the magnificent trees?  And who would have ever imagined getting paid to share this with others.  Wow, did we have a great time together.  His death brought a darkness to my world for many weeks, asyou can imagine.  What it also brought was the presence of 3 redtail hawks, mighty birds who swooped into our lives and kept us company all day.  They would arrive early in the morning, wind currents pulling them down towards us as weworked on our different projects.  They would leave the wind current, swooping into our field of vision, dropping closer to us with each pass.  Then, they would hover, make sure that we saw them,  and then abruptly jet off and away.  They would return several other times throughout the day, repeating that checking in greeting. We all marveled at this, in awe at their beauty.  One day, a friend/student remarked that she had heard that hawks were messengers from the Spirit Realm, and maybe thesewere my son, sister and father.  Intrigued by this, that evening I googled it for myself.  Sure enough, that is what I read aswell.  So, then, when they swooped in on us from that point on, we would greet them by the names of my family members that had crossed over.  When my husband died 3 years later, the lights went out inmy world for a long time.  The only thing that kept me sane was going to work on the river trailhead.  It and my friend/clients kept me grounded while I worked through my grief.  Thank you for this my dear friends.  But, amazingly enough, a 4th hawk joined the other 3.  And their attempts to get and keep our attentions became noticeable.  I will share many of these in future posts, but, there was one time in particular that was astonishing to us now and then.  I know I took one of us took pictures of this, but I can’t find them now to share. My group and I ended a session and decided to walk around the neighborhood before we went home, kind of a cooling off period.  As we walked, a single hawk started to follow us.  At first, it followed from behind, landing on fenceposts, waiting and watching. As we started to notice and realize that it was not accidental or random, we would pause and talk to it.  My friends were convinced that it was a hawk with messages from myhusband.  Then, the hawk flew in front of us, skipping ahead one fence post at a time.  As we got closer, it would fly ahead. This happened until we returned to the trailhead, where it finally took off into the setting sun.Of course, when I made contact with my husband and could ask him if this had been him making contact with me, he declined to answer.  He never said no, he has never said yes.  But he always emphasizes that hawks are messengers, not the physical representation of the lost loved one.  Regardless, light returned to my world and I will always look for the awesome mysteries of our world.  Not everything needs a scientific answer in black and white.  I send you all peace, love, hope and inspiration this day.  Thanks for listening.