Fivefold Eagle
I think I might blog - once a week. Feel free to join my in my journey through this amazing year.
From what I'm hearing - the word for this year is grace - found in the number five. I am going to take advantage of this emphasis on five and explore my fivefold forgiveness journey in 2025.
Actually in the past - when I can't seem to finish a book, I resort to blogging and it seems to help me. This is my ulterior motive for blogging I'm stuck and I want to push through to finish this book
Here is how I begin the manuscript ... entitled, "Impossible, my seven steps to forgiveness."
I am sitting in my apartment – nine floors up and I see this magnificent bird in the distance – soaring in the sky. It isn’t flapping its wings like the geese, seagulls or magpies that usually fly by my window, its just floating effortlessly on the invisible currents of the wind. I am fascinated.
Then it begins to circle closer and closer until it flies right by my balcony window. It seems to pause, midflight, notice me for a moment, then with a flap of its massive wings swoops up over my building out of sight until it reappears again in the far distance.
It is an eagle! I’ve never seen an eagle in this part of the city before. In fact, I’ve never locked eyes with an eagle in mid flight.
I am mesmerized.
In the distance, I watch how it still continues to float and soar. Its white feathered head glimmering in the sunlight, as it glides higher and higher for longer periods of time – longer than any other bird known to man.
What a moment! To witness this amazing bird riding the air current with its large wings designed to float so effortlessly. Fly Eagle Fly.
I envy it.
The eagle has become a symbolic floating metaphor, a poetic image often associated with the ability to rise above the difficulties of life through faith in God. It’s always an inspiration.
I look down at my computer, I am writing about forgiveness.
Does forgiveness give us wings to ride the dark currents of our night?
There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud. Carl Sandburg
From what I'm hearing - the word for this year is grace - found in the number five. I am going to take advantage of this emphasis on five and explore my fivefold forgiveness journey in 2025.
Actually in the past - when I can't seem to finish a book, I resort to blogging and it seems to help me. This is my ulterior motive for blogging I'm stuck and I want to push through to finish this book
Here is how I begin the manuscript ... entitled, "Impossible, my seven steps to forgiveness."
I am sitting in my apartment – nine floors up and I see this magnificent bird in the distance – soaring in the sky. It isn’t flapping its wings like the geese, seagulls or magpies that usually fly by my window, its just floating effortlessly on the invisible currents of the wind. I am fascinated.
Then it begins to circle closer and closer until it flies right by my balcony window. It seems to pause, midflight, notice me for a moment, then with a flap of its massive wings swoops up over my building out of sight until it reappears again in the far distance.
It is an eagle! I’ve never seen an eagle in this part of the city before. In fact, I’ve never locked eyes with an eagle in mid flight.
I am mesmerized.
In the distance, I watch how it still continues to float and soar. Its white feathered head glimmering in the sunlight, as it glides higher and higher for longer periods of time – longer than any other bird known to man.
What a moment! To witness this amazing bird riding the air current with its large wings designed to float so effortlessly. Fly Eagle Fly.
I envy it.
The eagle has become a symbolic floating metaphor, a poetic image often associated with the ability to rise above the difficulties of life through faith in God. It’s always an inspiration.
I look down at my computer, I am writing about forgiveness.
Does forgiveness give us wings to ride the dark currents of our night?
There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud. Carl Sandburg
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