As the sun was rising in the east we heard the swoosh of large wings, 7 beats and then silence, 7 beats and then silence, 7 beats...we watched as three crows flapped in unison, flying in formation...the sounds as those of one set of wings...the silence was when their formation crossed, their pattern was that of a figure 8, infinity...
We came in to read this:
"Crow is an omen of change. Crow lives in the void and has no sense of time. The Ancient Chiefs tell us that Crow sees simultaneously the three fates---past, present, future. Crow merges light and darkness, seeing both inner and outer reality...Remember that Crow looks at the world with first one eye, and then the other. Cross-eyed. In the Mayan culture, cross-eyeds had the privilege and duty of looking into the future. You must put aside your fear of being a voice in the wilderness and "caw" the shots as you see them."
Happy Solstice, Yule Tidings to all.
To us it seems like the beginning of a New Year.