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Jan 1, 0001
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In a gathering of crows I once stumbled upon, there was one whose voice seemed to rise above the rest. Beak open, body alive with intention, it called--not just into the air, but into the space between us.I don't know if the message was for me or simply part of some larger conversation in crow language, but I felt it land. A reminder that a single voice can carry far, can pierce the noise, can change the tone of a moment.This is my meeting with that crow.
If it speaks to you, I'm delighted--I also invite you to listen for your own message here, beyond my story, beyond universal meanings. What stirs in you when you hear the call?
In a gathering of crows I once stumbled upon, there was one whose voice seemed to rise above the rest. Beak open, body alive with intention, it called--not just into the air, but into the space between us.I don't know if the message was for me or simply part of some larger conversation in crow language, but I felt it land. A reminder that a single voice can carry far, can pierce the noise, can change the tone of a moment.This is my meeting with that crow.
If it speaks to you, I'm delighted--I also invite you to listen for your own message here, beyond my story, beyond universal meanings. What stirs in you when you hear the call? |