218 Eagle Sighting

My brother, Mic, and his wife, Tessa, live on an extraordinary, roving, country property.  There are ponds and fields, flowers (even now) and wildlife.  We went for a Covid visit a couple of weeks ago, walking around outdoors, appropriately distanced.

Kwami was excited to see eagles.  There can be eagles at my brother’s.  They are known to swoop down and scoop a duck dinner from the pond.  But they hadn’t visited in a while.  

We were so blessed to spend time with Mic and Tessa.  Their grand-kids swung over the pond on the rope swing, laughing, exuding joy.  We listened to the babbling creek that Mic reshaped with tedious hours of labor, changing it from an eye soar (pipe) to natural beauty.  The experience defined peace and love.

And, there were eagles.  A pair, with white glimmering head feathers, flew effortlessly toward the pond.  As if called to us, they landed together, at the tip of an evergreen, and posed dramatically.  A form of Divine beauty.  

The eagle is God’s messenger.  Like the herald angels, like the story of Jesus’s birth, the Divine speaks to each person in every moment.  We are a part of the Source, and It constantly sends love and acknowledgement.   The trick is to ramp up the listening, to see the unseen or barely witnessed.   But there are obvious experiences of perfection.  Two eagles on the tree.  Laughing children.  The conversation and love of relatives.  Divine.