The Crows

They say that crows are harbingers of death. Bad omens. I say nay.

As I left the gym two days ago, sweaty-yet-glowing from my workout, I saw a large black shape near the top of the palm tree just outside the double glass exit doors. A raven? Nope. Crow. Crows are like the Death card in Tarot. Death = change. Okay. Change right now is good. We need change.

I drove home, thinking about the hundreds of messages I was about to launch into the world, messages telling of our five exhausting years of cancer terror and asking for help because we fell so deep into a hole that we cannot get out without it. I had planned on us doing a ritual, some sort of Capital-M Magic to send our messages out with wee wings of hope so that they’d return to us, laden with gold or at least people who wanted our services.

But there was to be no ritual unless I did it by myself. I knew this, because Soulmate and I were In Conflict.

[Conflict is where the big scary monsters live, the ones who bite me and whisper terrible things to me under their breath][Conflict is where we work through things that come between us so we can come together again in perfect harmony, like the 1970’s Coca-Cola commercial]

As I approached our house, I saw dark shapes in the street. Many of them. Crows.

And then, again, in the vacant lot across from us: crows. Hundreds of them.

This sign was far too big to miss.

“The crow is an omen of change…When our little friend crow is calling, it is to tell us that the time of change is here. That the time of change is now and to let go of the old self, to ket go of all things holding us back. Its time to sep into our authentic power.” (from Amanda Monteiro at Collective Evolution)

Well, of course. We didn’t need a ritual. The crows told me that. The universe has my back. Change is coming, and soon.

Yesterday, more crows on our street. Dozens of them.

And today, while the wild winds whipped up fires not far from our house, crows on our roof. I saw their feet through the skylight, heard them tapping and scratching and whispering to each other.

Crows all around us.

It’s going to be okay.