We took the dog for her first trip to the ocean yesterday, and as we reached the sand after a block-long walk through woods and over stream, the husband turns to me and asks, "Did you lock the car?"
To which I reply, "No, I told you to lock it."
Husband trudges back to the parking lot to do the deed, fingers crossed that our error has not already been discovered by miscreants that haunt beach parking lots in search of just such golden opportunities.
I travel on with the dog, then turn around out of the fairly biting north wind and head back in the direction we came.
On the way, we meet up with the husband, who is heading back in our direction, but has lost his zeal for walking on the beach. Could be that the act of almost running back to the parking lot has been more than his poor, gimpy feet can handle.
On the trail back to the truck, I hear a raven calling from the top of a tree along the path.
Husband says, "Yeah...he was guarding the truck for us."
Now, husband is NOT a particular believer in my spirituality. In fact, most of the time, he looks at me with one eyebrow raised and kind of sidles away from me when I talk about my spiritual beliefs, trying to avoid the inevitable lightning bolt that his god has trained on me to smite me for my heretical un-christian path.
So for him to concede that a raven was protecting us made me stop and shake my head a little in wonder.
As we walked up the path, the the first raven voice was joined by a second. I leaned my head back and strained to see them, but couldn't get a glimpse through the dense branches of the fir tree.
When we were out of the woods and and it became obvious that we were heading toward the truck, the two ravens took off out of the top of the tree and spiraled away toward the east--the direction of my spiritual power.
It was pretty magical. And obvious.
Thank you, Raven. Once again, the Universe shows me that I (we) are never alone nor forgotten.
In some Native American legends the world was dark and raven had white feathers. Raven found who was hiding the sun, stole it, and placed it in the the sky. When it was over Raven had black feathers. And I am sure you already know that story.
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