lovely Jane… saw a bald eagle when hiking at Smith Rock with the Twomeys… neat neat neat..hmm… think I’m a hummingbird today…unpacking, counting blessings..re membering family the joys…the challenges… Hummingbirds just go for the sweet stuff Love you…Hope your time at Zion is being awesome.. I got home late last night xoxo Jeane
I love eagles.
I love their majesty and beauty,
how they command the sky, evoking awe…
how they soar the currents, beyond the crowds, invoking wonder.
All things perfect soar on eagles’ wings.
I wanted to be an eagle. I pictured myself rising above all the earthly muck and stretching wings of spirit-filled wonder. I dreamed of having the majesty of an eagle: soaring, regally commanding, infusing awe in all things holy and good…I never measured up.
Today I saw a swallow. Darting. Dashing. Changing dance steps at the twitch of a feather.
Diving. Daring. Driven…Me.
Until today, I hadn’t noticed how magnificent the swallow is. (They transform mud into homes for goodness sake!)
Swooping. Swirling. A slalom sensei, a mogul master.
Lacing Life through crowds and curves and hidden roadblocks – obliterating obstacles –
by simply flying in the design of the Mighty One.
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