The other day I went out for my occasional walk around the neighborhood to get some exercise. As I was coming up my street, a hawk swooped down in front of me. He looked at me then flew away leaving behind a large feather. I picked it up because you don’t say no to a gift from a hawk. It was still warm from his body.
This is a special thing. I’m a tiny part Native American so it is even more special to me. I wish I knew more about it but there’s not a lot of specific info in our family history. My ancestors lived up north around Michigan so I’m thinking maybe Blackfoot.
According to Native American culture, a feather from a hawk symbolizes guardianship, strength and farsightedness. When a feather falls to earth, the Native Americans believe it carries all of the energy of its former attachment on a bird to a living being. Feathers are perceived as gifts from the sky, the sea and the trees. Feathers arrive unexpectedly, but not without purpose.
I accept this gift from my Hawk Spirit Guardian. I will feel it’s energy and keep it forever as a reminder that someone is watching out for me from above. I will never walk alone again.