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Seven eagles circled overhead and blessed me as I wandered about poking into
Summerhawk's wonderfully secretive and surprising nooks and crannies. Only
three are shown here, but what a spectacular - heart-lifting experience.
These eagle folk speak to me in a way I cannot even explain - it is as if I
were only a filament - without embodiment, and somehow, I understand their
energy.... and I am extraordinarily comfortable with it - as if it were
somehow me. I'm this way with all wild critters -from bugs to mice to
eagles. And their conversation - the essence of their beings just fills me
quite contentedly and truly broadens my perspective in the finest and most
respectful of ways. For a while, when I'm in the woods, I loose my humanness
for the briefest but most profound of moments. I just get rid of all the
crap that tends to define human psychology and society, and just assume a
sense of neutrality. I'm so glad the wild ones speak to me. I think I'd go
quite mad without their company - though there are undoubtedly those who
would say I'm quite mad already!
The last time we saw
seven golden eagles, they completely circled around us as we stood on the
cliff. They flew up from beneath us and wrapped around us so closely, I
could hear the wind sing in their feathers. We could have reached out and
touched them as they flew past us one by one by one in sequence. They were
startlingly, stunningly magnificent. Their graceful caramel-brown wings
completely filled the quiet space between the cedars as they glided between
them. Then they dove beneath us - circled beneath the cliff, and we
saw the sun shining like gold on their sleek backs. This occurred more than
ten years ago. To see them again - seven golden eagles, fly around me
overhead, into the sun - man, I don't know. They are speaking to me
again and their voices - the language of their spirit completely awes and
silences my own. They fill me. And they remind me of the beautiful divinity
of nature's extraordinary design. They cradle my spirit and they prepare me
for what I would find in their shining, fish-enriched waters only moments
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