I wasn't lying when I said this was over

When I was in college, I waited tables at the local resort in the summertime.

I drove the back roads in my grey Nissan with the windows rolled down.

On my way to a double shift, a great bird of prey smashed into my windshield. Stunning me and wounding the hawk.

Startled and shaking, I watched it suffer from a distance in the field beside the road, and then got back in my car, late for my shift.

Upset, angry, and confused, I kept driving to my destination.

"I didn't see you coming!" I raged. I was driving fast with the windows down, lost in plans for the future.

"I didn't mean to hurt you." I cried.

Later that night I came back looking for the bird, desperate to find it, hoping to save it, feeling guilty for leaving it suffering like that, and irresponsible for choosing work over the care of that beautiful creature....

But I couldn't find it, it was gone, no trace of its body, not a feather, I never knew if it lived or died. But the shock and awe of our collision remains vivid in my memory more than a decade later.

I think this is the way it is with love.

You're driving the back roads with the windows down, lost in plans for the future, when someone dives in front of the car on a curve at dusk when the sun is in your eyes and you're squinting to understand "what just happened?!".  

You didn't see it coming until your guts are splattered across the windshield smashing your heart wide open in that ugly way that road kill becomes a raw bloody pulp indistinguishable from its former configuration.

"I didn't see you coming!", you rage.

"I didn't mean to hurt you", a whimper comes from the one engulfed in their own suffering.

Later, one of you comes back in search of the other, feeling guilty for leaving the other suffering like that, irresponsible for choosing “work” over the care of that beautiful thing, but there's no trace of the other.

You look for a sign, a feather of hope, you don't know if the other survived, you wonder, but years later the aftereffects of that collision are still vivid.

The memory of the last crash scene of the relationship, frozen in time, like a snapshot of a tragic accident, or the ending of a movie that leaves you emotional, uncomfortable, and unresolved.


Today as I'm driving down the interstate, looking out over the highway and into the clouds hanging above the mountains a thought over takes me.

When I leave this world, I wanna go out in a moment of surprise.

Like a deer through the windshield, sudden and unavoidable.

I want the last thought to cross my mind, to be the awe of creation and the curious nature of clouds.

“I wasn't lying when I said this was over.

I've have questions that lead to more questions.”

 
Chloë Rain

Chloë Rain is the Founder of Explore Deeply. She has been trained in ceremonial practices and shamanic healing techniques from two living traditional medicine paths, one in North America and one in South America. She is a certified Native American Healing Arts Practitioner and has a Masters degree in Indigenous Studies from the Arctic University of Norway, where she spent four years researching the sacred landscape of Sápmi, the land of the indigenous Sámi people.

Through her work she hopes to inspire more people to listen to their soul’s calling, and cause them to look a little closer at themselves, at the natural environment that surrounds them, and at other people and our beliefs of separation, race, culture, and religion.

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