Fly like an eagle
I love Iowa. It is not only the state where I was born, but my state of mind on more days than you might imagine. Growing up in a place where understanding seasons is survival, where planting straight rows is a quiet point of pride, and where basic kindness is a constant creates a person with some pretty good qualities, if I do say so.
There’s also a deep love of nature, there. But it clearly has different dimensions from the typical city perspective. Animals serve a purpose. Hunting is part of the culture. At 60, I’m still sorting through a lot of that. I’ve struck my own bargain with the Universe about what I’ll give for what I’m taking while on this earth. It’s the best I know.
But there’s something natural going on in Iowa that’s making national news and warming every fiber of my being. You can check it out at NPR by clicking here: http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2011/04/05/135148362/eagle-cam-soars-with-millions
As I write this, the eagles of Decorah–a town in northeastern Iowa–have two hatchlings and an egg still waiting. I refuse to admit how many minutes I spent today, listening to the wind, watching the nest, letting my mind fly. When Mama Eagle shifted slightly and twin fuzzinesses appeared, I smiled all over. And when Papa Eagle flew in for a photo op, well, the grin came back.
I want to thank my first-best-friend Marilyn Sue for sharing the link. She and I spent many hours riding ponies through the fields and lanes and down to the muddy, tree-lined Chariton River. I like to think that, just maybe, there was an eagle there.
Photo: U.S. Fish & Wildlife