I sit outside on the deck in my spot 

where I hear better 

and I see an eagle in the distant sky (not these. smile.)

He’s floating, soaring, up, up and up…

He seldom flaps his wings, gently resting on invisible
currents of air,

shifting directions by a slight tilt of his wing feathers in the 

direction he wants to go.

All he has to do is nod his head and off he goes.

It occurred to me the wind was doing all the work and 
all he had to do was lean in to what was already
I’d like to be like that–how about you?

“Your testimonies are my heritage forever,
for they are the joy of my heart.
I incline** my heart to perform your statutes forever,
to the end.”  Psalm 119:111, 112
**’incline–to lean toward, to be disposed to a given preference, 
opinion or disposition.’

more good words there

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