Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Small Stone: January 28, 2014


On one of the busiest streets in San Francisco, I heard an incredible screech behind me. I felt a rush of excitement as an image flew past my shoulder. I felt the draft of the huge black wings. The cawing was from an enormous raven claiming territory. With impunity, the bird sat on the fence and walked on the sidewalk with an absolute sense of ownership. The urbanization of nature showed itself in full force.
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  1. joan sadlerJanuary 29, 2014 at 9:07 AM

    I finally got it.
    and hey you're getting to be a novelist as well
    I can't wait for the next chapter!

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  2. BarbFebruary 14, 2014 at 9:50 AM

    Have you ever read Carlos Castaneda? This post brings his books to mind. I read them such a long time ago when I was young, but I think the crow was symbolic and appeared to him as a shaman. Perhaps that's how/why it appeared to you, too.

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