Isis, Queen of Heaven (photo credit: Chuck Fisher)
Yesterday I finally took care of something that came to me back in December. Among the sacred items of a friend of mine who died was a hawk leg—the whole leg, with feathers, claw, and leather ties with beaded ends wrapped around it. When my Gaia circle sisters and I were finding homes for our friend’s sacreds, I agreed to take the hawk leg and figure out what to do with it. It’s not something any of us wanted to keep as a sacred. It came to me to return the hawk leg to the earth, and yesterday was the day. I untied the leather, restoring the leg to its natural state, and then carried it outside to bury it. Dust to dust. As soon as I stepped through the gate into the animal area, where the hawk would have sanctuary company, a hawk began calling overhead and kept calling the entire time I dug the hole, laid the leg in with thanks to the hawk spirit, covered it over, and placed a stone on top. Then the hawk ceased calling. Her sister or brother had come home, whole again.
