A buzzard came to live with us at the nature preserve for a couple of weeks, some years ago now. He arrived on the day I had just finished reading a story about a women who succeeded at killing her psychic predator. She laid him out for the buzzards to eat and to transform. The psychic predator was digested and lost his power over her. This print is a reminder that the world is brutal enough, we don't have to systematically sabotage our own well being. In fact we are needed here whole and well as healthy active participants in the collective. The buzzard came to offer his natural ability to transform this death of the parts of our ego that want to control and impose harsh limitations, the parts of our ego that don't serve our greater sense of well-being. It is the rotten meat that once processed through the body of this gentle creature transforms itself into rich nutrients.
The story that I refer to above is "Blue Beard" in Women who Run with the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype by Clarissa Pinkola Estés. This book imparts deep wisdom and really interesting analysis of stories collected from around the world.
