Hawk’s Jacket

 

About me . . .

Just call me Hawk!  It keeps things simple.

I hail from many places and nowhere.  According to those responsible for my upbringing, I may have some cajun blood coursing through my veins.  I grew up down on the bayou some and other places in the South - a true Southerner I be for sure!

During my time I have experienced some adventures traveling to destinations criss-crossing continents.  At times my treks have been for pleasure, but mostly were work related destinations.

Conflict and adversity are no strangers in my home.  The very best of me at one time was a different life which has recently been abandoned; a new flight pattern chosen.  This raptor has recently embraced some new maxims resulting from its years of flight throughout this unquiet world. 

These ‘talons’ have been retracted for the most part, in pursuit of something different - though they do remain ever-ready.  As I was writing the preceeding line, I recalled a Japanese Proverb which says, “A good sword is one left  in its scabbard.”  I leave this for your personal contemplation.

Through the years I often questioned why I survived my varied adventures.  Some say luck, others say chance . . . I just say it wasn’t my time.  Perhaps my destiny has yet to be realized, or there remains some other lesson(s) to be learned.  Whether destiny, unlearned lessons or both, only time will tell!  Regrettably, the moments I have favored the most faded as rapidly as they appeared. 

Is constancy what I seek?  Dunno . . .

I live on the coast most of the year and at times, take residency in Costa Rica and other places.  My ‘want’ is to relocate to an undisclosed location on the Pacific Rim someday.  This will probably never happen, but I can at least think about it . . . Oui? 

My pleasures and interests are widely diverse which include an insatiable appetite for reading about a multitude of things.  I possess a thirst for knowledge, understanding, and a deep curiosity for many things. 

I love all types of food, possessing a flair for adventurous dining which has included the exotic.  From the normal - sucking heads of Louisianna mudbugs, to the quasi-exotic turtle, alligator and snakes.  Exotic dishes have ranged from roasted grubs, beetles, weaver ants, silkworms, a multitude of other crawly things, some big honkin’ spiders in South America, grilled scorpions and a broad assortment of other delicacies indigenous to various countries in the world.   My regrets if you find my eating experiences a little bizzare.  These dishes are as normal in certain corners of the globe as chicken, pork, and beef are to Westerners.  Taco Bells and Arby’s are not always conveniently franchised in the bush.  All I can say is, “When in Rome . . .  ”

True enjoyment for me comes from doing the physical.  I refuse to be caged or restrained.  Being outdoors whenever possible is also a favorite, particularly when there is adventure accompanied by Adrenaline Rush, my close friend.  Some say I have a penchant for pushing the thrills envelope at considerable risk.  Being on the river somewhere . . . anywhere . . . is certainly a great retreat! 

These soaring hunters from which I take my ‘handle’, naturally habitats in grassland and marsh-shrub areas.  They are equally at home in the desert and varying heights above sea-level.  This Hawk shares a similiar affection as my smaller predatory friends.  My true enjoyment comes from being outdoors.  It matters not whether I am in the mountains, deep in the forest or wood, on the river or a lake somewhere, in the desert or even in the jungle, it is always a pleasurable deliverance. 

For me, being in the midst of nature; feeling her power and beauty, welcoming her gentle embrace of magical splendor and at times, her tempestuous tendancies, is a pleasure I enojoy with the entirety of my six-senses.  It’s as if my spirit is being enveloped in a wonderful loving relationship with a lady of unparalleled beauty and remarkable charm.  On some level, I guess my entire life has been entwined in a love affair with ‘Mother Nature’!  Perhaps one day I may have the opportunity once again, to experience this with someone special. 

My political views are generally conservative and I remain fairly inquisitive by nature.  That’s about all the skinny you get.  Everything else must be left to discovery. 

At the moment the voice of the river summons my presence, so I’m jumping of this wireless thang to ride its currents and conversate with its impartiality.  An  opportunity to enjoy the realm of turbulent serenity, is to still my mind and revitalize my winged spirit.

All I have to say is have a good time and enjoy - whatever that may look like for you! 

Ato de . . .

 

Jervis Bay Australia

By Geoff Coleman