07/01/2025
One of our tall pine trees had fallen during a spring storm, but today, under summer’s sun, my son and I finally began to tend to its trunk and broken branches.
We were out there together, cutting, clearing, talking — about change. About the wild ride this past year has been. About where we’ve come from… and where we’re headed next.
As I spoke about the transformation of my work — the reweaving of my path, the roots deepening into something truer — a shadow moved over us. And for himself, discovering the path that lies ahead for his dreams, goals and aspirations.
Large. Slow. Sacred.
A turkey vulture flew just above our heads.
We both looked up in awe, still speaking but now whispering. And then — a single feather let loose from its wing, spiraling through the air. I watched it fall gently, softly, directly to my feet.
There are moments when life speaks so loudly it doesn’t need a voice.
And this was one of them.
Turkey Vulture is a guide of rebirth, transition, and truth.
She arrives when your path is shifting direction — when you are shedding what no longer feeds your soul, when the old must decay to make way for the new.
She asks: What are you still carrying that no longer belongs to you?
As a scavenger, she teaches us how to find life in the broken. How to spot opportunity in the unseen. How to move with the winds of change instead of resisting them.
Vulture doesn’t speak much. She shows. She lives her truth. She walks her walk.
This felt like a message not just for me, but for my work — for my Rewilded Roots Practice and Roots to Rise path — for the healing journeys ahead, for those I am meant to walk beside.
For my son, it spoke about the transformation he was undergoing, allowing his old self to die so he could be reborn in his new life.
And so I share it with you.
If you’re in a season of letting go…
If the winds are shifting and you’re unsure where you’re being carried…
If grief, transformation, or growth is asking you to shed old skins…
Take heart.
Vulture reminds us that the most sacred alchemy happens in the unseen, the unwanted, the in-between.
And sometimes, just when we need it most, a feather falls at our feet.
A reminder.
A message.
A call.