Today, I sit before my computer, wondering what magical ideas will pass through me and onto the page before me.  I wonder what message I will type that might somehow influence a person who accidentally stumbles upon or purposefully seeks this site.  Then, I inhale deeply and allow myself to relax and type what appears in my mind’s eye.

I am free; an eagle, flying over the open waters, surveying the mountains surrounding the water, feeling the openness of the wind, coasting through the sky, noticing the tiniest rodent, respecting the limits of the ozone by flying beneath the clouds…  I travel, floating and embarking upon a journey with no certain destination, only that of an eventual landing somewhere on high; somewhere that feels like the right place to be.  I am perched.  I am waiting.  I look around and notice that I’m alone.  I am one of the great birds, and yet, alone in the midst of bountiful nature.  Intrigued, I sit and notice that the aloneness doesn’t translate into loneliness, as I know that I am a part of all of it and all of it includes me.

In my freedom, I make choices.  There is choice involved in my flight.  How high will I allow myself to go, how low will I allow myself to sink?  How great will be my journey?  How turbulent the path?  There are many choices before me.  I can seek the company of others as I travel, and then I can reclaim the stillness of my own quiet flight.

Once, I had a broken wing.  It took a long time to heal.  It is well healed now, and sometimes even stronger than the younger, more fragile wing before it.  But, every once in a while, it hurts.  Where I remember the injury, I find compassion for others whose wings are now broken.  I fly near them, reminding them that they will soon be flying again, reminding them not to give up, reminding them that their greatness is not diminished by their injuries, and then, at once, I’m free.