Sunday, April 12, 2015
My spirit name
I headed out on my river walk this morning under a damp and blustering sky. My neck hurt and my spirits were low so the birds came. Eagles. What a thing to stop you from thinking of anything but blog posts.
What do the eagles say? They say:
Always think in blog posts.
One bald eagle swooped and dipped and glided around me but followed my general path, coming close and venturing away, for so long that I had a delightful sensation that I was taking a walk with an eagle.
If I had been a native to this land perhaps my name would have been Walks With Eagles. That would have been a good name, but I probably would have been called Mocks the Chief. Which would have been an okay name too.