I went to my first eagle fest last Saturday, an extremely cold day on Plum Island in MA. It was a spur of the moment decision to sign up just before midnight on Valentine's Day. My intuition told me that my almost year long relationship might be ending soon and I didn't want to be alone. About a dozen people joined our Meetup group and we eagerly hiked seven miles over ice-covered terrain along the Merrimack River. We were rewarded with the siting of only a single eagle perched on a tree limb - alone but with a commanding presence.
A fellow hiker told me that a 64 year old woman I knew named J had died unexpectedly in her sleep two days earlier. It was a stark reminder that life is precious and I shouldn't take it for granted.
Another hiker told me that a woman I knew years ago was a close friend of his. And at age 97 M is still living an active life continuing her internationally recognized work in environmental conservation. M once shared that she began this work as a means of dealing with her deep depression. Perhaps M's reappearance in my life is a reminder that I need to get back to a vision I set for myself to keep making good progress in riding life's waves.
Thanks, Jane, for sharing your beautiful writing and insights. They have helped me get clarity as I sort out my own next chapter. And, yes, that relationship I mentioned earlier did come to an end.
Heading out to meet a new friend I made at the eagle fest. Sometimes it is better for me to fly than to hold on tight.
Maggie! An Eagle Fest! WOW that is so cool. And I am so very sorry I missed this. I am not too sure how that happened. And bless you for writing and sharing. It's just wonderful to read your words on that post, though I know it was a difficult time and with the loss of a friend too.
And I hope you won't just fly my dear dear friend, but soar as high as you can go xxxx
So beautiful. Every word and phrase such poetry. Thank you Jane. As one who has seasonal depression this is such a good reminder not to fight or surrender but watch how winter weaves its way into and through my life.
Dearest Carolyn, thank you so dearly for sharing. I know this time of year gets harder and harder.. even when there are a few warm days, it seems endless. I'm so pleased a few words might have brought you comfort. You are such an incredible woman. <3
I went to my first eagle fest last Saturday, an extremely cold day on Plum Island in MA. It was a spur of the moment decision to sign up just before midnight on Valentine's Day. My intuition told me that my almost year long relationship might be ending soon and I didn't want to be alone. About a dozen people joined our Meetup group and we eagerly hiked seven miles over ice-covered terrain along the Merrimack River. We were rewarded with the siting of only a single eagle perched on a tree limb - alone but with a commanding presence.
A fellow hiker told me that a 64 year old woman I knew named J had died unexpectedly in her sleep two days earlier. It was a stark reminder that life is precious and I shouldn't take it for granted.
Another hiker told me that a woman I knew years ago was a close friend of his. And at age 97 M is still living an active life continuing her internationally recognized work in environmental conservation. M once shared that she began this work as a means of dealing with her deep depression. Perhaps M's reappearance in my life is a reminder that I need to get back to a vision I set for myself to keep making good progress in riding life's waves.
Thanks, Jane, for sharing your beautiful writing and insights. They have helped me get clarity as I sort out my own next chapter. And, yes, that relationship I mentioned earlier did come to an end.
Heading out to meet a new friend I made at the eagle fest. Sometimes it is better for me to fly than to hold on tight.
Maggie! An Eagle Fest! WOW that is so cool. And I am so very sorry I missed this. I am not too sure how that happened. And bless you for writing and sharing. It's just wonderful to read your words on that post, though I know it was a difficult time and with the loss of a friend too.
And I hope you won't just fly my dear dear friend, but soar as high as you can go xxxx
So beautiful. Every word and phrase such poetry. Thank you Jane. As one who has seasonal depression this is such a good reminder not to fight or surrender but watch how winter weaves its way into and through my life.
Dearest Carolyn, thank you so dearly for sharing. I know this time of year gets harder and harder.. even when there are a few warm days, it seems endless. I'm so pleased a few words might have brought you comfort. You are such an incredible woman. <3