A Lesson from the Hawks

When I observed a red-tailed hawk on a perfect day, it took to the sky from a tree limb on a nearby hill.  Five ravens cawed, pestered, and dove at it, attempting to intimidate it to leave the area.

“No one owns the sky!” I yelled.  “Leave the hawk alone!”

Unfettered, the hawk ignored them and flew in circles, higher and higher. One by one, the ravens, exhausted by their obnoxious, angry, negative energy, drifted off in different directions. The hawk soared up until it appeared the size of an ant.  It rose above.

Should ravens in the form of people, things, or situations appear, I too, will rise above like the majestic hawk.