Hawk at Play

I am in a spot where I look to the sky and it is grey, but I look for the smiling energy of birds of prey.  I see them not today, but instead of backing away, I imagine that they watch over me in another realm.  A light turns on, and I spin the spinning wheel, and create a sturdy and beautiful yarn laced with gold.  I am perplexed, but filled with gratitude.  There are precious moments that I cling to, but this reality is what calls me to enter in the game.  There seems to be nothing there, but I play a melody or two and I feel the emotion coming through.  Last night, Akwifina, was a Deity on SNL who played for me a skit that was possibly about Bobbie Chong, and me and the cruel Unitarian Universalist freaks who did surround me at the time of our fast friendship.  The wig was the ultimate give away. Bobbie was a petite, blue eyed Chinese Scandinavian mix from Oahu.  Her eyes and mood would echo the sea around me.   This skit also put a lens on the very cruel, invasive, and deceptive women around me at the time and how she handled them behind the scenes.  She was sacrificed by the higher ups, but now she flies with the hawks over the sea, as she rings in my mind with the comedy of FAIR PLAY.