I‘ve always had a “thing” for crows and ravens. Here at my farm they are constantly visible, swirling across the pasture, hopping about on the fence posts, sitting high in the maple trees calling to one another. They are playful and loud! When startled the have a very specific call, “BAWK! BAWK! BAWK!”
I see two of them sitting really close to one another sometimes, preening and kissing.
According to Raven Lore:“Raven is a creator – he is mankind’s protector and sometimes saviour. He brought light and fire to the early people so they would not die. He gave them salmon so they wouldn’t starve. In some stories, he even brought water to break a terrible drought. He is a cultural hero. He is also a Trickster. Raven steals from man, and from other spirits. He plays jokes on us, and he laughs at mankind’s expense. Sometimes his tricks go awry and he ends up the butt of his own joke, but even then, there is humor. Raven is a juxtaposition of opposites: A provider and a thief. A hero and a fool. He brought light out of darkness, but he is himself cloaked in midnight black. He is a symbol of dark brooding sadness, and of death, yet he brings life, and unrivalled joy. He is credited with creating the earth and all its mysteries, but even the smallest secret attracts his attention. He is a silent spy, and an unstoppable chatterbox. He is many things…. And sometimes he is nothing. That is Raven.”
That’s how I would like to be remembered: “A provider and a thief. A hero and a fool. She brought light out of darkness, but she is herself cloaked in midnight black. She is a symbol of dark brooding sadness, and of death, yet she brings life, and unrivalled joy.
And yes, I am often the butt of my own jokes but always there is humor.
This is why I identify with crow.