"The raven is a bird of birth and death,
and it is a bird of mysticism and magic."
Ted Andrews
Animals Speak
It was far too cold for me to walk in the park, but my body was screaming for movement. I bundled up and braved the bitter cold. My eyes were cast downward watching for ice, but I heard movement and looked up. There was a black bird flying right above me. The quick look wasn't enough to determine if it were a raven or a crow.
The black bird swooped by me, again, and settled into a tree. At this closer viewpoint, there was no doubt it was a raven. I know they are known to be strong, creative, and actively work the magic of spirituality on this physical plain. They are known to carry messages awakening our own magic within. Silently, I thanked the raven for appearing.
Back home, I grabbed my journal and jotted down characteristics of the raven. Black ravens fly into the light, so maybe I need to release what I am repressing. Perhaps I need to recall my inner magic and create positive actions. I can let some things die while birthing others. I must choose to take flight, peacefully moving into the light.
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