Today was the first day of school.This felt like both the shortest and the longest summer in recent memory, and I had mixed feelings as I dropped the kids off at school this morning. On the one hand, I would have liked to have another couple weeks to spend with Ryan and James. There were a lot of things we'd planned to do this summer that didn't happen. I feel bad about that, but at the same time, I am really glad this long, hot, sad summer is finally over.
I usually spend the first day of school working in my studio. I am at least a month behind on everything so this would have been the smart choice today. Instead, however, I decided to opt for a little horse therapy.
As is often the case, I chose Santana to be my therapist.
He and I had barely stepped off the Kenlyn property, when I spied a hawk sitting on the tumbledown fence between the golf course and the barn.As I looked at the hawk...
I remembered a comment someone had written on my Facebook page when I first announced that my dad had been moved into hospice.
Michele's words hadn't resonated at the time. My Dad wasn't really a nature guy, and I couldn't picture him using a bird to send a message. Besides, hawks aren't exactly a rarity around here. I see them soaring overhead on most of my rides. How would I know it was him?
I have never seen a hawk on this fence.
After a couple minutes, he looked directly at me...
and flew away.
I watched him until he was out of sight.
A hawk is just a hawk, and I don't really believe this was a sign from the great beyond. Still, he made me feel better and more optimistic about the upcoming days and weeks. I'm glad this summer is over, and I am ready for the new school year to begin.