Wednesday, February 17, 2021
On our early morning walk today, we saw a most graceful sunrise, and so did the bald eagle in the photo below. Delycia and I walked a little over five miles at a lively pace, occasionally talking and sometimes glancing to the east to see the shades of color in the light slowly changing – but the bald eagle, whom we saw at about the two-mile mark, was just sitting on the very tip of a branch, sometimes turning its head, but always silently sitting, facing the rising sun. We stopped for a few minutes to watch the eagle and take some photos. Perhaps we were worshipping him while he was worshipping the sunrise.
TAKING IT BY STORM (Sharon Z., 78, Blessings, CT) She takes life by storm, but it's a soft storm, something like lightning, but as cheerful and gentle as the joy that usually shimmers inside her. She throws herself at life, but with love and lightness, and life always lets its helpfulness flow to her, since they've settled on being best of friends. Sharon does her sweet-tempered storms all day long, storms of supportive words that swirl softly inside people, storms of smiles as trustworthy as sunlight, storms of understanding that friends love loosening up in. Her storms stir up only peace and reassurance. They damage only the dams unkindness sets up. Her house in Blessings is a place of sympathetic storms. You sense supple winds of helpfulness in all the rooms.