You probably know the sight of either of the Eagles is cause for great celebration in our house, now that the pair has made a regular home back in the woods, out of our view. For so long their nest was right here, across the tiny cove from our back yard, where I could watch (and document) every move. We raised five eaglets in that nest, those Eagles and I.
Late yesterday I stepped to the sink to wash up some dishes, there in front of the big kitchen window. Looking through the rainy dusk I spotted this.
(Not great photos due to the darkness, rain and distance–but you get the idea.)
It was thrilling to see that big bird there, for obvious reasons. But even more fun is the fact we’ve never seen either of the Eagles perched there, on the tip-top of the tallest tree on Bickley’s Pond.
What a grand view of the world I thought. How glorious it must be to see things from that height, to have that broad perspective.
It was a beautiful reminder of advice I received years ago that has served me well in this life:
When you are wrestling with a problem you can’t seem to solve, pull out, broaden your perspective. Then broaden again. And again, if need be. The answer is there for you—you just can’t see it when you are down in the weeds.
I hadn’t thought about that counsel in a long time, but I get the feeling it has come to me now for a very good reason.
30 Days of Grace III