Spirit Animals: Grackles

I recently retired from tech work, after…I dunno. Eighteen years? A long damn time.

When I first started, the web was still pretty new to the mainstream, and the potential got me fired up. I could help people connect, share their stories and ideas! The whole notion of global access was an utter game-changer. And I could offer this incredible opportunity to everyday people. How powerful is that?! I was excited enough I struggled through endless hours obsessively poring over code and reading technical tutorials in between waxing poetic about how cool it all was.

I was going to learn to do this and do it well.  And do it well I did.

There were no blogs back then. It was a different world. Eventually, the bar lowered dramatically for self-publishing (a good thing–usually). The work I did wasn’t as pivotal. But still, I kept learning and coding and consulting. I kept looking to serve as Virgos do, and I was good at it.

But somewhere along the way, so gradually I did not even notice, my once-mission morphed into obligation. The work became weight. I still considered myself blessed to be free the confines of a traditional office job. But I wasn’t excited about the work itself anymore. Gifted an opportunity to begin work in the Woo-Woo world, the difference became palpable.

I was enthusiastically building my spiritual practice while quietly planning my pixel-pushing escape. But even as I got close enough to sensibly make the full switch, I didn’t. Even the thought was terrifying.

What the Hell, Dixie?

It wasn’t until I actually took that leap of faith that I finally got it: web work was my last cloak of mainstream respectability. That’s perhaps an ironic admission for a pink-haired chick decked out in tie-dye. That business was what stood between me and the judgement of the mail man, the bank teller, the world at large–and yeah, the family.

Funny thing. My cloak of respectability was incredibly sheer. Three seconds plugging my name in a search engine is all it would take to see right through it…still, I spent an excruciatingly draining week to broker the hand-off of my web business. My “sanity breaks” out on the front-porch garden were well-populated by Grackles.

Hello, Grackles!

Grackles seem like they’d be related to crows or blackbirds, but they are not. They’re actually part of the meadowlark and oriole family of birds. From a distance, you can easily miss the gorgeous iridescent coloring. People often don’t see these birds for who they are. Grackle’s bright yellow eye with the tiny black pupil seemed like it could eerily pierce even intricate illusion.

Are you looking past superficial appearances to see what really is? 

Grackles are known as very intelligent, playful and happy birds. Their colors show  us emotion, the color of life. For many grackles, the lovely coloring is especially pronounced around the head.

Spirit Animals: Grackles 2

photo by ibm4381

Are you conscious of your emotions and how much emotions color your thinking?

Grackles often congregate in large numbers before dawn or after sunset on tree branches, wires or roofs, in groups sometimes known as “annoyances.”  They may sing and caw for a long time with their distinctive calls before moving on to a new congregation. Their call is often compared to a rusty gate. But you know, even a rusty gate cannot be heard unless it’s being opened.

Are you all talk, so much that it may be annoying? Are you talking or doing?

They are known for bravery and resourcefulness, not being afraid to approach humans for food.  They may follow plows to catch  mice or wade into water to fish. They forage expertly and thrive because they have adapted to cities and humanity’s changing habits.

Are you active in solving problems and seeking what you need?

Grackles have a hard palate that helps them crack open acorns and other tough food. Even so, they have the unusual habit of dipping hard pieces of some types of food in water to soften it up before eating. They also teach their offspring to do this.

Do you attack tough problems, consciously guiding emotional states to “soften up” life’s challenges? Do you provide an example to others in doing so?

Grackles like to nest in pine trees–and the scent of pine calms emotional states. Their nests are hidden, providing safety.

Do you maintain a safe space for working through emotions?

Grackles remind us to take stock of our feelings, and question whether or not those feeling are blinding us to truth. They point out areas where we may be pointlessly rehashing woes instead of acting on opportunities for resolution. They remind us to be brave and go after what we need, while maintaining a safe, home base to process.

Grackles emphasize the impact of our own choices on joyfulness–and those who may follow our lead. They encourage us to actively take care of ourselves while adapting to changing circumstance.

They remind us–okay, they remind ME–to look for the shine and cherish with gratitude all the beauty life holds.

Thank you, Grackles.

 Do you see Grackles?

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  1. I absolutely love the grackles, Dixie, and look forward to their arrival every spring. They have that adorable walk, too. We’ve found that they love bread, dipping it into the birdbaths to moisten it. Their favorite is pizza crust, though. Tough enough to hold up to the dipping and dense enough not to fall apart in their beaks. What a treat to read about them here.

  2. “Are you all talk, so much that it may be annoying? Are you talking or doing?” Yea yea I hear ya Grackles I hear you. Even my fortune cookie was written by a grackle “The finest eloquence is that which gets things done”

    Dixie, You never cease to amaze me!! Always dead on with your postings

  3. We get lots of grackles here. They (when quiet) are fascinating to watch with their broods.
    Nearly the same size as it’s parent, a Grackle baby will demand (loudly) feeding and Momma or Poppa will accommodate. Meanwhile, a Robin parent will be WTF? Feed yerself child. Or so it goes in my brain. So now I have a Parenting Rubric. I am a Robin, Husband? a Grackle Dad.

    And I miss my daily Retweets of you on Twitter. Just say’n.

  4. “the judgement of the mail man” LOL!!!!!

    I worry about that. They see all, know all….

  5. The color spectrum of the majestic Grackles are indeed my favorite to wear!
    Love these Sky World totems..as well as my main totem bird-Crows.
    Thank you for your due diligence to inform seekers of the Omen Totem interpretations here!
    May rich blessings surround & imbue all that matters much to you!!!
    MaryDusina.com☆☆♡☆☆

  6. Vegasbobcat says

    I am fortunate to have Grackles all year long, several of which are very identifiable to me. . .there is “Hoppy” who has one missing foot but is able to fend for herself among the “Annoyance” (although I call them a “symphony”) that congregates in my yard. . .there is Mr. Macho, an unusually large male who adores bathing himself in the birdbath, splashing about and then primping and preening himself. . .there is Whistler, whose distinctive call he uses to get my attention when he feels it is time to feed. He also loves to walk right up to my door to peer in to see if I am home. . .there truly is something about these beautiful birds that touches my soul more than any other visitors to my yard and the fact that my big ginger cat chitters and talks to them, but has never attacked them tells me he has a healthy respect for them, too. There is something calming about them to me that many others do not feel.

  7. Thank you for this

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