I was sitting in the Infusion Center yesterday, in the back row of two. The curtains were pulled between my chair, and the chair of the man at the window. At the moment, we were alone in the room. He was speaking loudly into his phone (which is not considered kind or appropriate, but he either did not consider this, or did not know I was still behind him).
I learned that his infusion was a once a month dose for Crohn’s Disease.
But more to my interest was that he watched an eagle fly through his viewpoint and land nearby! And he told his friend, so I was swept into the experience by sound and proximity.
On Sunday, Kwami and I were driving North on Highway 99, and a pair of eagles swooped across in front of us, landing on an Eastern tree. City scape, near Edmonds. Why would they be in the middle of the city like that? Wouldn’t they prefer to be down by the beach, a five minute flight away? But it was the joy of witnessing the oddity that struck us.
Mic and Tessa were headed to Whidbey Island on Friday. They also saw two eagles. Mic was beginning to think the experience was more common than exceptional. Little things are exceptional, depending on our interpretation. Repeating patterns are often the voice of the Eternal. It is our job to do the interpretations.
My recent life brings eagles. So many experiences have evolved in the last two years. Sitings, feathers, reflections. Eagles are the symbolism of the spring, of the higher self viewpoint from far above, new beginnings. They are the messengers of Spirit, or the embodiment of Spirit, of strength and bravery.
Currently, we can also focus on the coming of the spring and rebirth. It is nest building season for the birds. As they watch over us, we can be more aware of them.
We are honored by our experiences, reminded of the partnership we live with the Divine.