I think I had my first encounter with Mother yesterday. I believe she’s always with me, energy never dies, and out there maybe you really can be everywhere. But yesterday felt different.

I took a tough phone call and by the end of it, I got the impression that she was there, guiding me through it. It made me feel better, but I was still feeling overwhelmed. As I was doing dishes with various windows open around the house, I started to hear crows cawing outside. Eventually it overtook my focus because it sounded like so many. 50 or more. They were so loud, I started to get an eerie feeling. Was there an omen with a message? I left the sink and walked through the house trying to catch a glimpse of them out of whichever widow they were perched near and then I found them. In the tree in the neighbor’s yard, in my direct line of sight, and I was correct in my estimation of how many. I marveled at them. Forgetting how at first, I felt unsettled. Then after maybe 10 seconds or so, they began to get quiet. Immediately I felt as if they had been waiting for me. Even typing this right now I’m feeling the strangeness of it all. I pulled out my handy dandy notebook and did a quick search for:

“what does it mean when you hear a lot of crows”

Unsure of what would pop-up, more so expecting something damning, I read in highlighted text right under the search bar:

A sign that you are surrounded by good people, that you are not alone.

When I got up today it was still on my mind as other species performed their morning music. I dove deeper and discovered the numerous cultures that view crow sightings as signs and messages of adaptability and wisdom, two things I need now more than ever. Two of her strongest traits.

I think the message I will take with me today is to focus on my strengths, and be thankful. I am so blessed it’s hard to put it into words.

I love you Mother. Thank you.