as i pass by
you sit on the edge of red pick-up truck, with polished silver rims, that spin
black feathers shine like midnight in daylight
our eyes meet
black eyes i recognize you
ancestor, what do you say?
by Elizabeth Farrell
Trust. Such a simple word with so much meaning. Trusting someone else, trusting that ‘it will all be okay’, trusting that you made the right decision, trusting that somehow you will make it up the mountain, and then down again, trusting that the relationship you have just embraced won’t cause pain this time, trusting you will wake up in the morning, trusting yourself, trusting your intuition. Trust. The truth is it is hard to trust. It takes so much letting go. My mantra lately is “just trust.” I’m beyond the 108 mala count. I’ve gotten tired of the voice that brings me into fear and doubt. So, I tell it to shut-up. I have the choice not to listen to fear and live in that space. I have realized that when we let go, accept, and stop listening to fear, we come to know the freedom of trusting divine order. We can rest in what the crow teaches: the magic of life, the magic of sacred law, the magic of our own creation. And, yes it is like flying on the back of a crow…it’s taking a leap on the wings of a black winged bird who knows the destination.