The Story of the 3 Crows

In the spring of 2008, I had been ill with a mysterious illness for about four months. Not able to live on my own due to my declining condition, I moved to my maternal grandfather's house in Christmas Cove, Maine.

I spent lots of time with my grandfather growing up. There were many things about him that I’ll always treasure. He taught me most of the birds in New England and how to identify their various calls (including the water foul here). He taught me how to identify the ocean tides by observing the lobster buoys in the Damariscotta River. He taught me the beauty of growing vegetables, flowers, and building birdhouses. By watching him, I learned how be in Nature and see Her as a teacher.

But of all I remember fondly, I’ll never forget his Crow Whispering. It absolutely fascinated me to watch him call the crows! One morning when I was in my early teens, I watched him call at least 50 crows into the yard! I remember my mouth just dropping in awe. He sounded just like them! I could not tell the difference between the murder of friends and his voice! He always had a mischievous, Fair-Folk type of twinkle in his blue eyes when he called them. Maybe he was part crow, part Scottish elf …

When his health began to decline with dementia, he didn't call the crows as often. As he declined further, he forgot to call them at all. So, I took his place and began calling them, and eventually the local murder recognized me. At the time, I had been thinking of opening up a part-time shamanic healing business, having had entered into my second year of Shamanic Apprenticeship and feeling the sacred calling of the Spirits.

One day in late winter, I stepped out of the house next to the big red barn at the top of the driveway. As I walked to my car, I heard cooing up in a dying tree. Following the sound, I found three crows staring down at me, continuing to rattle and coo. The connection was electrically palpable. They were talking directly to me! I began softly cawing to them, and they began softly cawing back to me, feaking their beaks along the dying wood, and becoming animated.

Suddenly, I heard very clearly through their soft caws, "three crows healing..." The numeral 3 hit me like a boomerang in the third eye… BOOM! ⚡️

When they flew off, I was mesmerized, still running their electricity through my system. I had already begun a special relationship with crows, but this was the first time they began to appear in three's in this way. The following day, I sat down and began to create what would become my logo. It was the answer I searched for. And so, 3 Crows Healing was named.

To this day, clients will tell me that they've been visited by three crows, and know it's time to schedule with me. Sometimes, people I've never met will find me via my website or social media and schedule, saying that they kept seeing three crows. 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛