A few weeks ago hundreds of ravens landed in the trees around my house. They covered the bare limbs until it looked like black leaves rustling in the breeze. Their shrill cries and the whomp of the displaced air beat back by their flapping wings sent a shiver down my back. I am accustomed to seeing one or two at a time, but watching this enormous flock rustle and squawk brought to mind their historical role as harbingers of ill deeds, even death.
That day I wondered what in my life was going to pass, end, or move away from me. Ravens have a bad reputation across cultures, partly because we are taught that death is bad and that the only way to perceive something as dead is in a physical sense. If you ever throw tarot for someone, you know how often they get nervous when the death card…
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