The Buzzards

There is a group of buzzards (a "wake") that roosts on the top of our local water tower. This morning when I left for work, the group was circling over the woods surrounding my house under thick storm clouds. I hoped that it wasn't an indication of the type of day I was about to have, but had driven home to a full moon the night before as well, so braced myself. I did have a challenging day, but then was able to come home and cuddle with my babes, so much of it melted away. I later read about buzzard and vulture lore and found that they are sometimes seen as signs of renewal, patience and resourcefulness. I think I will carry those meanings with me throughout the day tomorrow.