A white crow came to me in meditation. I was this white crow. Then I heard: “Why do you always have to think you’re so special. Why can’t you just be ok with being a black crow?” and I thought, right, humility, stop with that old ISIS priestess superiority program, let’s just be a black crow. But wait... Being a white crow is NOT about being superior to others, is it? There is so much judgment in that. I love black crows, I think they are awesome creatures! Hold on... What if I am really supposed to be a white crow but deny my true nature because of this judgment that white crows are better than black crows and I shouldn't feel better than anyone else? They are almost funny, these deviations of the mind! Ughhh...

In the end, though, I am neither a white or a black crow. These are only reflections. In many cultures, a white crow is a sign of profound transformation and change. Yes, ok, that is a nice confirmation of what I am currently feeling, but it is not complete. Then I made the connection to the need for external validation I was playing with in meditation earlier and it clicked. I believe this white crow showed up as a powerful sign not to embrace their individuality, but to embrace my own.