Right this minute, there’s nothing to see here except for a fence and a pine tree.
Not a bad view as far as views go, but it’s what happened seconds BEFORE I snapped this pic that makes it memorable.
For me; sadly, not for you.
So it’s a memory stored somewhere in my hippocampus and now hold on a sec, I need to save this draft and swiftly do some research to make sure I’m right.
OK, I’m back and here’s what Google taught me…
Deep inside the medial temporal lobe is the region of the brain known as the limbic system, which includes the hippocampus, the amygdala, the cingulate gyrus, the thalamus, the hypothalamus, the epithalamus, the mammillary body and other organs, many of which are of particular relevance to the processing of memory.
I’m right; memories are stored in the hippocampus.
Use your imagination because I’ll try to explain what you didn’t get to experience:
In the photo, if you pretend you can see what you can’t see, the bottom of the fence that you can only see about half of, there’s a potting table.
I was standing there planting lavender that I had propagated myself. I’ve been doing that for years with a decent amount of success, and it was time to birth another lavender baby.
I wasn’t making a lot of noise, but I wasn’t quiet, either…I was fully immersed in the whole procedure, enjoying the blueblue sky and eighty-five degree weather.
There was a cooling mug of ginger tea next to me and next to that was my phone.
I looked up as two doves flew out of that pine tree.
At almost precisely that same exact time. a HUGE redtailed hawk (who must have been stalking the doves) perched himself on the the fence.
He was LITERALLY INCHES AWAY FROM ME.
I mean, if I had longer arms, I could have reached out and touched his beautiful feathers.
REALLY REALLY.
His golden eyes looked right at me and they widened, as if he was surprised-like WTF human–but he wasn’t nearly as astonished as I was. I froze. We stayed that way, eye to eye, gazing at each other for an eternity of probably less than five seconds before he launched himself off the fence and flew away. There was no fear, simply the connection between the hawk and myself.
It was a MOMENT.
I am not at all kidding; to look into the mystical magical gaze of a hawk and see the recognition that he was trying to make sense of the encounter as much as I was–is HUGE.
Moment-ous. Important.
Regretfully, no pics to share. But I’ll never ever forget the way he looked at me. Eye to eye.
I read that November 11, 2018 is a memorable time in this Universe. If you believe in things like this, it’s SIGNIFICANT.
And I believe that my hawk experience was significant, too. And if not, it was so so beautiful and made me happy and joyful and grateful. All good stuff.
Happy Sunday, y’all!
