I'm back home again after a camping trip to Door County. Two weeks of camping created a mountain of laundry. As I wash, hang and fold I have plenty of time to reflect on the journey. One of the high points happened on the 4th of July. I woke early that morning and quietly made a cup of coffee as my family slept. I crept out of our camper to journal by the shore. My thoughts were of gratitude for all of the people that have worked with such love and dedication for this country: The United States of America.
After journaling, my dog Lilly and I got into a kayak and set out around the point of a peninsula on Lake Michigan. The waters were remarkably still. As we rounded a point, I spotted a large bird perched on a rock at the water's edge. It was a bald eagle! A glorious bald eagle. What a sight on the 4th of July.
With my Golden Retriever on board I hoped that she would remain calm and not send us topsy turvey into the cold waters. I slowly glided along feeling so blessed by the sight of this magnificent bird. And then suddenly he (or she?) jumped from the rock towards the water grabbing a fish with both feet. It flew in front of us with the fish wriggling about trying to free itself. It flew across the bay with a seagull at its tail squawking and carrying on in an attempt to get the eagle to drop its breakfast. The eagle reached the opposite shoreline with the fish firmly in its grip.
I yearn to be like this eagle. I yearn to be still. I yearn to be focused on my intent. I yearn to be patient. I yearn to act with strength. I yearn to follow through to the end despite the distraction that tempt me to lose my focus and drop 'the fish.' I yearn to see with the clarity of an eagle's vision. I yearn to focus on my intent with the tenacity of an eagle.
After journaling, my dog Lilly and I got into a kayak and set out around the point of a peninsula on Lake Michigan. The waters were remarkably still. As we rounded a point, I spotted a large bird perched on a rock at the water's edge. It was a bald eagle! A glorious bald eagle. What a sight on the 4th of July.
With my Golden Retriever on board I hoped that she would remain calm and not send us topsy turvey into the cold waters. I slowly glided along feeling so blessed by the sight of this magnificent bird. And then suddenly he (or she?) jumped from the rock towards the water grabbing a fish with both feet. It flew in front of us with the fish wriggling about trying to free itself. It flew across the bay with a seagull at its tail squawking and carrying on in an attempt to get the eagle to drop its breakfast. The eagle reached the opposite shoreline with the fish firmly in its grip.
I yearn to be like this eagle. I yearn to be still. I yearn to be focused on my intent. I yearn to be patient. I yearn to act with strength. I yearn to follow through to the end despite the distraction that tempt me to lose my focus and drop 'the fish.' I yearn to see with the clarity of an eagle's vision. I yearn to focus on my intent with the tenacity of an eagle.