Hi Friend,
True story:
The other day I was out for a ramble in the woods with my dog, Jasmine, and suddenly realized I was letting my mind chatter away so much that I wasn't even experiencing the reality of the moment.
"Quiet up," I told my mind. And as soon as I did, I kid you not, a huge hawk soared into view.
We moved further into the woods, heading for a lookout point I often visit when I want to connect with nature. But after a while I looked around and realized I'd missed the turn off.
Something told me to keep going, so I did. It led me up off the path, and before long I stumbled across another path, which led up, up, to another lookout point I'd never been to before. I could see my usual one across a gap. I was now standing in a much higher place, on a point with sheer cliffs falling off to the west, north, and east and crowned with tall red pines.
I sat down on the western side, as it was late afternoon and the sun was warm there. Not 30 seconds after my butt hit the ground I was treated to the sight of another big hawk gliding into sight, then another, and another, and another.
All together I counted 5 hawks soaring in the air, although there could have been more. They were not hunting, but simply riding the updrafts - dare I say playing? Exalting in the breath of the wind, and in the power and ecstasy of flight.
What more could a person ask for?
Love & blessings,
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