Wednesday was a day of loss and joy. Joy of the visit of the eagle, again, and capturing better photos with the larger lens. The afternoon brought news of loss. My Uncle, my Mom's a big brother, John, passed away. Growing up, I spent a lot of time at his home and camp because his daughter Mary is as close to a sister to me as one can get without being one. The world was fortunate to have enjoyed him for 90 years. When Mary and I visited him together in December, his response to me saying that Mary and I were behaving was, "I highly doubt it." 😊 His way of saying " I love you." after years of experiencing our silliness. Yesterday I was moved to call my Mom's youngest brother, just to say that I love him. A nice chat with tears of course. But there was something more, the magic of spirit. As he and I talked, I saw a black spot way out across the fields and it was heading right at me, eye level. I watched as it came closer. When I realized it was a large bird, I mentioned it and we waited to see what it was... the eagle. It flew right at me eye level to the ClipClock room until it was at the other side of the road (still eye level) and then headed toward the willows. It was an amazing moment. I know in my heart that my Uncle John was letting the family know that all is well. He's flying high on Eagle's Wings.
Rise above your current situation to see the whole picture. Take a path that is new, trust in yourself and what you are seeing. Your path to healing is clear.