The day before my trip a raven landed next to me while I was sitting outside and looked me dead in the eye. Obviously the only conclusion was I was going to die in a fiery plane crash. But I got on the plane and landed in California where I saw a card in a little witch shop that said “ravens are symbols of magic, transformation and healing.” Now I fucking love ravens.
An owl visited me and a few weeks later my mom died. I wrote to her in my journal and a man approached me and offered to read me a Rumi poem about being at peace with death. I spoke to my therapist about trusting my gut and taking more chances, and a hawk landed right in front of me on the walk home. Look up moments that feel extraordinary. The universe is in constant communication with us if we listen to it.
seeing a swan is my ultimate good omen and there are two lovers who just became parents on my daily walk route so I’m about to have all of my dreams come true I imagine
This is a type of walk I do almost every day. Walk in one direction until you hit a stoplight. Then immediately turn and walk in the new direction until you hit a stoplight and repeat until you get back home.
