Wrote this last June. Feels very appropriate for now.
Lifting our eyes, just in time to see the eagle soaring towards us and then turning away.
Silently above us, searching for fish.
It caught one down the beach and began to break it’s fast.
How many times have I only caught a glimpse?
How many times have I missed it all, head down, worrying some problem in my mind, not present to the moment?
Yet, the eagle is there, as are all the other messengers, whether I see them or not.
But, what joy, when I am expectantly scanning and searching for those messages sent my way.
Today it was an eagle and a seal and an extremely low tide.
It was meeting Michael from DC with his two young boys who reminded me of my grandsons.
It was Debra with her hairless dog making us laugh.
It was Munira, fighting cancer, out for some fresh sea air. We…
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