Birds are my friend and often send me personal messages. I know there are books and things about what the birds symbolize but for me I have created my own meaning and understanding. A hummingbird reminds me of a secret society of women and the joy of partnership. Eagles tells me of new beginnings and to be careful what I ask for. Hawks warn me of upcoming danger. Ducks remind me of silence and waiting. Ravens remind me of the magic of life and my connection to my heritage.
I was unloading pictures from my camera and found this treasure.
When the Blue Heron landed on the roof of a neightbours house in Santa Cruz in mid March I was in awe. I was reminded of how Eugene Hunt and other Northwest Coast Artists like to paint them. They are always solitary and standing strong. I am self reliant and self determined.
I am reminded not many people can live the unstructed life I do. It does not seem to have stability and security to it. it is, though, just a matter of perspective. There is security for it gives the ability to do a variety of tasks. I feel it important to learn a variety of skills and crafts. If one way does not work, then another will. I inherently know.
The Heron also reminds me that I do not need a lot of people around me. In fact I like a few people around me and do not need the approval of an audience.
I am impressed by the grace and majesty of a heron in flight. It is a peaceful almost dreamy feeling. I am also impressed and reminded of patience. A blue heron is incredibly patient and won't move unless it is certain to catch it's food
