For the last few weeks, a young black cat has made our back garden her “hang out”. I wouldn’t exactly call it her making it her home by any means as she did go away for a while and I could only hope she had gone to her real home with her real family. But then, two days ago, young “Bastet” as we’ve begun calling her, has come back and taken up residency under a small crawlspace underneath the deck behind the house. I was most pleased to see her back with us.
Some cultures/countries believe – or at least at one time, believed – that black cats are harbingers of doom. Not so of the English, for we have always thought completely opposite of the black moggy. Good luck all around. So, we’ve been attempting to keep Bastet happy with us by plying her with plenty of good cat victuals and soothing words and tones. Apart from her feeling comfortable enough with me pegging out the washing yesterday, she is as feral as a 14 year old girl.
Today as I sat there, watching Bastet contemplate life on one of her favourite perches, a great murder of crows (although thinking back, they looked much too sleek to be crows, possibly ravens) gather rather abruptly in the branches of a young Ash tree across from me. The tree is in an open “field”, not in somebody’s garden. At first, I thought, “Ah, what news are the Divine Parents bringing by gifting me the sight of such a spectacular murder? It might not be good!” As we know, along with black cats, many believe the crow to be another harbinger of doom. Not necessarily!
I watched them hopping about from one branch to another, flying around the tree top, and cawing happily and came to realise….this certainly is not bad news! They were not gathering to feed upon some poor hapless creature who had only recently perished, whereas the news might have been more to the effect of “clean up your messes, make changes, work harder, give up things which no longer serve you”. The crows/ravens were telling me to enjoy life! Have fun, good things are afoot (or “alight” as it were), go for your dreams a little harder, but enjoy the journey. It was a pleasure to watch their happiness and fun-having gestures. Beautiful…
For much of my life I have believed that the owl and the cat were my spirit animals. Maybe it’s because I so loved “The Owl and the Pussycat” when I were a child, I don’t know. I do know that I’ve always had an enduring affection for winged creatures and particularly those with feathers. But as I have been moving into my “golden years”, I continually find the crow and the raven making their presence known to me more often than not. No matter where I am in the World, crows seem to be near, particularly of a morning if I am outside having a quiet cuppa. Their almost cheerful “caw caw caw” seems to be a morning greeting. Of course, I always reply back, “good morning, crows!” If a neighbour overhears me, let them think me daft, I could not give a toss. I’d rather cultivate a good relationship with the crows, if I’m honest. They tell me things.
So, today’s message on this All Hallow’s Eve is to go for it, do what you love, make those dreams happen, and have a grand old time doing so. I think I shall…thank you, crows!