I find myself longing for beauty these days. The world turmoil is disheartening and I do not wish to be bogged down in nastiness and, quite honestly, petty smallness. I have enough real pain and sorrow in my life lately. Hence the reason for escaping my life for a brief encounter with beauty. I need to fill my reserves anew with joy and rest. I need to roost on the solid Rock for awhile.
I am in the land of a hundred eagles currently. A friend and I walked as I happily snapped some photos. Eagles are such majestic creatures. Their piercing call is unmistakable. Their soaring is riveting. The sound of their wings whooshing overhead startling. I watched them perched in the trees, sitting on irrigation equipment, alighting on a house, and chugging down their prey. At one point, I returned to a thought I had many years prior after hearing one unfurl its wings in flight. No wonder when an angel appears in the Bible, the words are Do not be afraid! The sound is breathtaking and frightening at the same time. Breathtaking, as in when you inhale deeply because you are startled or amazed. Breathtaking, as when you exhale while saying holy crow! Except that this is so much bigger than a crow. And yes, you even throw grammatical rules out the window in trying to articulate what awe has captured your soul.
I have also escaped to some of the people that I love most in the world. I need to roost and rest in good company. Two of the people I will spend time with help me to find my way back to the Rock where I can see with eagle-like vision my life and what I value. The other people that I will see are simply good for my soul and allow me to rest. I am glad to be here to rest and to roost for a bit.
Who allows you to rest and roost, regroup and recover?
What brings joy to your heart?
I want to soar freely and lightly, unencumbered by the weight of this world. Let me rest on your Rock, the Rock that is solid and firm. Amen.