Renee Prince used to be a marine biologist. Now she works as an artist on movies and TV series. We’ve used her synchros before – in our books and here on the blog. This one involved Tennerin, a hawk with whom she shared a special friendship. This past autumn, Tennerin failed to appear in trees near her home for the first time in years. She’s writing a book about their friendship.
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I just wanted to share this with someone. I’m still glowing from this synchronicity. This is an excerpt from today’s Hawk Diaries:
This evening, I am writing to capture and remember the wonderful experience I had at the park today. It was 3:15 or so when I set out, and I had just called Tennerin’s name for the first time, once I got into the park on the big field. A hawk could be seen swerving toward me over the river, but it turned back to the water and continued out of sight, in spite of my calling a second time. I hadn’t seen any hawks for over a week and I hoped I would see it again when I got to the big hill in the center of the nature preserve and called. I did call from the top of the hill but saw no hawks.
On my walk, I was listening to a podcast of the TED Talks radio hour, a show about where creativity comes from, and as I set out down the hill Elizabeth Gilbert (author of Eat, Pray, Love) came on. I had heard this particular talk before some months ago, and I almost decided to stop the playback and choose the next show down on the podcast list, but I was busy looking for hawks so I thought it wouldn’t hurt to hear it again. As I reached the center of the grassy bowl in the middle of the woods and stood looking at the trees, Gilbert began talking about the people of the Sahara desert who had danced for a thousand years to call down divinity. When a dancer connected with the divine, it could be seen in the beauty and power of the dancer, who became more than himself—he was infused with divinity.
When people watching the dancer saw this, Gilbert was saying, “They call out ‘Allah! Allah!’” Just then a beautiful red tail hawk flew alongside me, so close that I thought he would land on the tree in front of me. But he continued past and into the shadows of the trees. As I stared at him, marveling at the beauty of his feathers, which glowed even in the darkness of the rainy afternoon, Gilbert was saying, “…and this meant ‘God is here!’”
I suddenly woke up to the synchronicity of the hawk’s appearance and heard Gilbert say again, “God is here!’” And I saw in that moment that God is here, in this hawk flying in front of me, a copper and gray and brown dancer who shone with divinity and I was here to witness: God is here!
The hawk disappeared into the woods and I called Tennerin’s name again, hoping the hawk was coming back to land in his favorite tree and interact with me. I had some hawk food in my pocket—a couple of mice and some beef, and was primed to begin our interaction, to make progress with our friendship. But the hawk did not come back. And then I realized this was my hawk, my dancer, who showed me that God is here, and that this was my gift. And that gift was enough. I understood that this was all I could ask for—divinity in response to my heartfelt wish to see a hawk and feel my beautiful Tennerin’s magic.
And so it was that I encountered divinity on my walk today. Let me not forget that God is here. Allah! Allah! Whatever the name, without a name, even, Tennerin is here; the magic and the great synchronicity of love—it is right here.
I also remember when spending time with the Bedouin,when music or dance transcends to that sublime place they all shout Allah!
I love the story of Tennerin, and birds are among my very favorite creatures. But….it saddens me, the chain of life; the prey who are the victims in that endless chain. I’ve seen wild rabbits, which I love, being picked up by large birds of prey and once saw a desert snake, a huge one, snatch a prairie dog, and this makes me cry even though I know it’s Nature’s Way and inevitable. Florida alligators prey on domestic dogs and cats whenever they can, and this, too, saddens me. Nevertheless, Tennerin is a lovely true story in its essence and is one that touches the heart. Thanks for sharing.
Hawks are very special, don’t see many where I live. Lovely post and message.
Great to read these comments, all! I was at the nature park again today, called Tennerin’s name and a large red-tail flew toward me and landed in the tree in front of me. I was talking to him and telling him how beautiful he was, and that I was happy he’d answered my call, and I threw him a couple of mice. As I watched, the hawk leaned forward and appeared ready to fly down and accept my gift. Then I noticed a guy with a Frisbee standing some distance away with a strange look on his face. There is a Frisbee golf course in and out of the woods in the park, unfortunate for those of us who prefer private encounters with hawks. He wanted to play through, and when he threw the Frisbee, the hawk took off, startled by the round yellow flying object. I hope he comes back for the mice!
Frisbees and hawks: they don’t mix! Hope he returns. Maybe this hawk is a spiritual descendant of Tennerin’s!
Wow that was beautiful….and so it is… right here!
Right here: I think that will now be my new affirmation/mantra.
I love to watch birds of prey. When I was in high school I once watched a hawk and an owl hunting together. One bird would chase a mouse into its burrow and the other would wait above an alternate exit and catch it coming out.
Sasebo Japan is loaded with crows. In the parks they come right up to people with their cocky walk. One night at evening colors on the naval base as three blows of the whistle for securing from colors (flag was down) a crow cawed three times timed exactly as were the three toots of the whistle. Then it flew off with a couple of other crows.
We have semi rural area that I purposely drive through whenever I can where there is vacant land and trees surrounding a lake that on several occasions I’ve seen eagles.
Thanks for the blog about hawks.
Wow, a hawk and an owl hunting together: how cool is that?
Good to hear from you, Ray.
a beautiful story with a message for us all…
Something just magnificent about hawks…and especially about tennerin!
Re:
“It was 3:15 or so when I set out…”
3.15 pm is 15:15 in 24 hour time (ISIS).
” The name Isis is derived from hiss hiss, two hisses of the sacred asp.
Isis was the mother of Heru, the Hawk God. The name Heru is derived from ur ur ur, the whirring sound of hawk’s wings.The name Assur is derived from hiss + ur, the hiss of the asp, and the whirr of hawks wings. The Hawk God and Serpent Goddess were powerful symbols in Pagan religion and culture. ”
https://www.resurrectisis.org/S1WebPage.htm
I found this You Tube titled,”Isis My Female Red Tailed Hawk ”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bd8KNGN7mm0
Rihanna’s Isis Tattoo #20 for Grandmother Who Passed
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MQrPFlW-OYY
Talking about hiss hiss,we are also about to enter the Year of the Snake
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qmkEYAl03Eg
Wow, what a sequence, Daz. Thanks!
For me birds are always messengers.I have a buzzard waits on a post regularly for me and then swoops in front of the car sometimes leading the way down the lane at car level!
On Xmas day 2011,it was so warm here in wales I had slightly cracked open a window for some air,and sitting bu the window heard a tiny bird flutter trying to get in the room,as I looked up a sparrowhawk flew close to the window and carried it off,we heard its dying calls,I shuddered,not a good omen,this had all happened by my son Harry and within days he had very bad news indeed,his live in girlfriend went off with his best friend,a man who had been without home or job and who my son had provided both for.