Idlewild's Almanack: @December 18, 2024 8:02 AM (EST)

Knight of Arrows (Hawk)

Position on the Wheel

Departing Imbolc towards the Spring Equinox.

Meaning

Quick, graceful, and a master of the element of Air, the Hawk is symbolic of vision and power. The ability to fly and nest at high altitude and see prey and hunt from a great height brings a special reference to this majestic and fearless creature.

Reading Points

A quicksilver messenger of fate, the Hawk can help and support you to see through layers of doubt and uncertainty to the problem at the heart of the matter. Be swift and subtle and use your common sense to progress.

As a person in your life Knight of Arrows is a champion who rides to defend and uphold beliefs, for himself and on behalf of others. He/she has clear views and opinions and makes a good advocate for those who have no voice. He is a friend who is never downhearted but always energetic and spontaneous.

As an aspect or process Vigilance as you go through the process. Impulsiveness. Heroism. Struggling with ideological compliance or revolt. Using subtlety as a way through. Holding a grudge. Festering anger.

As an event/happening A cause that you espouse. A speedy turn of events. A decision that needs to be made. A meeting of like-minded people. A revolutionary inspiration. A violent kick-back or reaction. An ideological persecution.

Questions In the depths of doubt, what do you hold to strongly? What do you need to stand up for? Where might you be wrongly informed?

Tracks and Pathways

Heroism • Disputation • Subtlety • Clear-sightedness • Impetuosity • Anger • Holding a grudge • Valour

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December 18, 2024 9:45 AM (EST)

Dear Allison & the Onyx Savant,

How are you both this morning? I suppose you have half-saved the world already by now. Mr. B is up and at ‘ em and currently strolling about my desk, inconveniently stepping on things. This is why we can’t have nice things. He wants pets, but doesn't understand that it is difficult to pet and type simultaneously. There. I have given him a pillow in addition to the cushion, heating pad, and bowl of water he had before in front of the window facing the height of morning squirrel and bird activity. Yes, I am inordinately pleased and flattered that he still can only be satisfied with my personal brand of love, but I also need my hands free. You know how ‘tis. How are Masters Chingo and Forest? Are they behaving? Ms. B is yet asleep in the bedchamber, which is why I need to Mr. B to also find happiness elsewhere, so that I can grab a moment.

The tarot card for today feels more in tune than yesterday’s. I like the Wildwood Tarot deck so much more, I think, than the Rackham Tarot deck, although Rackham still has its place. Each to their purpose and season. But I am jibing with the Hawk imagery. Those questions are pointed and ones that I keep half-answering and avoiding. Ah! I thought of something to tell you earlier, Ally-san, related to animal imagery. It is really no wonder that my go-to fear response is freeze, as I was born in the year of the Rabbit. Interesting to see the predator and prey drives both in me. Criminal and victim. I have the capacity for both. I suppose we all do. (And, finally, we end with Libra, the Scales. Do you know how g&%-blame difficult it is to weeble-wobble all the g&%-blame time?)

In the depths of doubt, what do you hold to strongly? I hold to my faith and my hope. My faith comes from knowing things are there that I cannot touch that have an impact I cannot divine yet. My hope comes from the knowledge that I do not know everything. My doubt, in turn, gives rise to my faith and hope. Humility is the key to faith and hope. I can’t fix it alone. I also know everything is temporary and will change. Good things will pass, as will bad. You just have to hang tight to the bull in the meantime. Get good at hanging on until the next dawn.
What do you need to stand up for? I stand up for justice. I have that “justice sensitivity” disease wherein I notice when someone is left out or receives less or goes unnoticed. Abandonment sticks out to me in an environment like a violent act. And I notice too much already. I will be someone’s protector when there are no others. Yes, to my own detriment. I am here to help others do The Thing. I am not here to do The Thing myself. I am support personnel at the tip of the spear. I am the medic and the aide-de-camp.
Where might you be wrongly informed? Right now, I am not informing myself much at all because when I do I want to throw things or hurl projectiles. The iron-famous shield-maiden pops out of me. I try to stay as informed as I can about all the sides, as it were, from multiple perspectives. My blind spot is myself. My own hubris. I have to calm myself down in order to get really curious. But I ask one question and hear some horrendous answer and have to take another day and a half to calm down and get curious again. My reactivity —and my compassion with myself about my reactivity—is all a blur. That’s why I need y’all.

Well, I hope everyone feels more informed about me and my motives now. None of that is surprising, but it is something to type it all out like that. Once again, language helps us process. I think there’s some EMDR in it. Going left to right and so forth. I need to get Mayim Bialik on this with me. We could have this linguistic psychosomatic development thing sorted in no time. And, of course, you, Allison. And we will need you, Vanti, because AAVE functions differently but the same and Black culture has so much oral stuff…anyway, we will need you. 😊 It is not my fault you were born a Magickal Black Man. No more than I asked for any of this. You will just have to suffer with me. At least I am entertaining. And cute. 😜

I am sure there is one more damage I could do here. I could write a story or a poem. But I feel replete, words-wise, at the moment. I am going to keep it simple today. I’m focused on my house and my small things and continuing to make it as homey as possible. I am always moving things from here to there. I will persist in my octopus-ing of all my shiny objects. I may give you one if you are nice.

Please give my canid friends all the love and toys and treats that are consistent with their station, which is greater than any of us here. I wish I could roll you both into a giant tortilla of love and snuggles so you will know how great you are in this world and then set you free to do your worst. Haha. Xoxox

Ciao, amis—

Case Study #69

P.S. Life is filled with antonyms and synonyms, clanging through time.

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