The first time that Crow brought it's medicine into my life was in the year 2008. And boy it came in heavy. Crows everywhere...all over my yard, all day, for a few years. At first it intimidated me, and I was concerned that the message that was trying to be delivered to me was dark. But when I dove deeper, my interpretation was completely different. I discovered that they were my reminder that magic was afoot and all around me. That everything was in perfect order. The crows were a representation of the unseen forces that were giving me my spiritual strength to endure the challenges I was facing. The shape-shifting Crow, who dwells beyond the realms of time and space, uniting both the light and the dark, the inner and the outer. I came to love and depend on those noisy birds and when I moved from that home 2 years ago, I was a little sad because I knew that my work with them (for the time-being) was complete.
For the last few months though, Crow has come back into my life. In a different way this time. I've recently been witnessing them as silent watchers, high up the trees, somehow directing my course. This feels much needed as I keep finding myself derailed from the track which I believe I am destined for. This results in the sensation of feeling lost and somewhat alone in the dark. But it is always in these moments that Crow magically appears before me. The rich black sheen of his feathers glimmering in the sun. Black is the color of creation. So beautiful and the reminder I need, for it is out of the darkness that the light of day comes and from the depths of the dark womb, that new life is born. Ted Andrews says that "The Crow, because of its color, was a common symbol in medieval alchemy. It represented igredo, the initial state of substance--unformed but full of potential."
Today on my walk, I came across an entire wing of a dead Crow. I searched everywhere for the additional remains but they weren't anywhere to be found. I cannot tell you how long I've been waiting for an physical offering from Crow and as offerings usually do, it literally appeared at my feet. I see my find today as an omen that change is coming for me. Big change. A change that I have been asking for. Pleading for. Something that I have been unknowingly fostering and feeding deep within my own womb. What it is, I can't yet say. But it is coming closer everyday. As the Crow would caw, Creation is calling. I can't wait to answer back.