Learning to Fly

Every day, I try to draw a medicine card from my Native American Oracle deck of cards that I bought many, many, many years ago. I find that when I draw a card, it gives me clues about myself or things to pay attention to.


This morning I drew the ‘Mouse’ card. It’s funny, but I see see myself in this card. Which is funny because one of animal totems is the red tailed hawk. Mouse is food for the Red Tailed Hawk. That will take some thought as to how that works together.

Here’s what I find interesting with Mouse info…..

Since Mouse is food for many, it has a highly developed sense of danger at every turn.

…Mouse is a powerful medicine to have in these modern times. Things that might appear insignificant to others take on enormous importance to Mouse.

…Mouse people anger many other medicine types because they appear to be nit-pickers. They will try to convince you that the simplest task is fraught with difficulty. They are fixated on methodology. They sort and categorize and file away for later use. They may seem like they are hoarding, but this is the farthest things from Mouse’s mind. They are merely putting everything in order so that they will be able to explore it more carefully at a later date.

The chiefs tell us that without Mouse there would be no systemization of knowledge. ….Mouse knew from the very beginning that “there is always more to learn.” One can always delve deeper and deeper and deeper.

If your personal medicine is Mouse, you may be fearful of life but very well organized, with a compartment for everything.


This i
s absolutely fascinating to me. I talk about facing fears, but obviously I still have fears to face. It makes me wonder if that is why hawk is part of my medicine now. Hawk eats mouse. Hawk is the messenger of the Gods. Hawk can imbue you with the power to overcome obstacles. Hawk helps you discern the obstacles that may be in your way from finding your ‘freedom in flight’.


Wow! This is great stuff and great insight, since my goal for years has been to ‘fly’. When I look back on my journals, there are many entries about wanting to fly.

The tattoo on my back matches a print on my altar that says, “Thank you Goddess for wings….help me learn hot to fly”