On the creeks, little burbles of water enchant the ear while sky is for the eye.
Eagle says to me, “Sister, your arrival is heralded by my presence. I am in my aerie and you are welcome to soar from here to here by my side.
I say to Eagle, “I dreamt of two eagles soaring over a canyon river many years ago. They flew straight through to the other side. A female Indian guide said, “Shhh….don’t tell anyone.” But now I can share this vision.
Your husband flew through first and now you are nearing the end of the illusion. Take heart as you take flight.
I feel honored to fly with Eagle for he knows my name and why I am here.
His feathers enfold me.