Each day, I pass hundreds of signs on my commute. Stop signs, speed limit signs, exit signs, billboards, bumperstickers, the list goes on… I often see hawks sitting atop the lights in the interstate median. They gaze down upon us from this high perch with what I only assume is a superior perspective. To the birds up there, we are just tiny beings in our cars zipping by, weaving around each other, getting on the highway, getting off, oblivious to the natural world.
Friday morning I was halfway to work when a huge hawk lifted off the right side of the highway and flew right in front of my car. I could see the powerful talons dangling below his breast and I gasped. Then I smiled. The hawk is an indicator I am now awakening to my soul purpose, my reason for being here. It can teach me how to fly high while keeping myself connected to the ground.
I have yet to figure out my soul purpose, but find solace in the notion that I have one.