Soaring in solitude, Grandfather Eagle calls to me as he circles high above.
With a few strokes his wings push him even higher above mother earth.
His razor vision upon me, he reminds me that I have the gift of inner vision to see far off in the distance of my own journey.
Just as he sometimes soars on the air currents, and other times beats his wings to fly against the wind, I too can adjust my journey to meet what is coming down the road to meet me.
As he circles overhead he conserves his energy by gliding with the air currents.
I am reminded of the need for rest, to not be constantly pushing my body to exhaustion.
He appears to be drifting, but one pump of his wings reminds me that action is always needed to remain in forward motion and go the full distance.
At all times he is connected to mother earth, staying grounded with his vision.
I see he flies with purpose.
He always remembers where home is.
If I am to remain strong in my vision, I too must be grounded into our mother's soil, so that I am not blown off course by the winds of distraction.
He flexes his talons and cries out again reminding me that I must listen to my intuition in order to know when to take flight, and when to stand strong and fight for the vision within me.
I must be strong enough to not only give birth to it, but to also grow it into maturity.
I must know when it is time to leave the nest, stretch out my wings and take flight.
He shows me visions of his long journey,
I see high above the ground the hundreds of miles he has flown, from new moon to new moon, over the mountains, the desert, hills, valleys, lakes and rivers he has seen.
He speaks to me of his great courage in his willingness to explore the unknown, to not just look in the light, but to peer into the dark shadowed places.
He is not terrified of the emptiness of the unknown.
I see the great lesson from the creator that he is teaching, to not be afraid to journey into places and experiences that are unknown.
Even the dark places have important lessons to be learned.
He plummets out of the sky dropping without sound, and with perfect accuracy catches his prey unaware.
As he climbs back into the heights he calls out to see if I understand the import of yet another lesson, that of being here now.
The prey was not aware of the danger approaching.
The prey was living in either the past which can't be changed, or the future which hasn't yet happened.
I nod my head grateful for the reminder to be alert to what is happening around me, so that I don't miss the messages that the great creator sends me.
The windwalker alone of all birds flies above the rain instead of landing until the storms end.
He reflects that those with the Windwalkers gifts must never allow circumstances to deflect us from our purpose, but instead gather our courage and stretch our limits.
By flying higher, we gain a greater perspective, and we can see that while others might be shortsighted and think we are in retreat, we are in fact advancing high above the clouds.
We do not let hardships bring us down into hiding, but we continue onwards in our journey.
His sharp beak and strong jaw muscles reflect the importance of knowing when to speak , how much to say, and how strong the words need to be in order to impart the lessons of the past, and those visions yet to happen.
The Windwalker, like many of our earth’s brothers and sisters in the animal kingdom, have many lessons to teach us reminding us of what we already know, but have forgotten.
We must have the eyes to see, the ears to listen, and let the wisdom deep into our heart, and then implement it in our lives.
When you hear the cry of the eagle, stop and contemplate what his reminder to you might be.