Twelve years ago when i moved out to my new home on the west side i made only one friend. My friend was a Golden Eagle i never gave her a name but every year all summer long i see her and when im lost she helps guide me the way home. Ive wached her grow up and find her mate and saw them lock claws and fall out of the sky and just before they came close to the ground they let go. It was a amazing sight. Then a year later they had three healthy babys i too watched as they grew up. Now food is scarce and they long gone but my friend still comes back every now and then just to say hi and that im okay. But one memory i have is she sat on a log not to far from were i was sitting i could touch her but i gave her space and she knew i respected her. The native americans say im one with the earth and all the spirts and animals that live and breath. The story is told that the Eagle is our pathway to the heavens he or she decides if you stay on the land or belongs in her eye view of seeing the world.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Jun 2013 05:34:10 +0000
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