Floating on the Breeze

Further to yesterdays discussion about birds using the wind to lift themselves up, I got to thinking about the ultimate bird – the Rulers of the Sky – the Eagle.

Eagles don't flap to get themselves up in the air, they already START HIGH.

Eagles are awesome and inspiring creatures. They are like the old matriarchs of bygone days, the wisest and most experienced of all birds. They are so far advanced. They have learnt and evolved so much.

They don't start at the bottom of the valley, and struggle to get to the cliff top, they already LIVE at the cliff top.

They dwell in,  they remain in,  they inhabit the high places.

It's like they have benefited from generations of DNA passed down between them, to the point where they naturally and instinctively make their permanent residence on the tops of mountains.

Perhaps, many generations ago, they were once like chickens . Scratting around on the ground for scraps and seeds, fattening themselves up in anticipation of being someone's lunch in the future.

Perhaps they took off like normal birds do, flapping frantically, trying to get air-born using their own strength and efforts, desperate for a breath of air to cling to and use as a handrail.

But those days are long gone. They must have learnt all the lessons generations ago, to the point where they are now BORN on the tops of the mountains. The valley floor is so far below them, other animals look small and slow in their eyes.

They don't have to get high, they already ARE high. They BE high.

They don't look up to anyone, because they live at the top.

I have watched an Eagle take off.  It doesn't hurry, it stands there patiently, at the edge of the cliff, waiting for the right current, the optimum gust. When it comes, they simply spread their wings and lean into it. It is their wings which do the work, not their muscles. They use the law of aerodynamics, not their own stress and effort. Flying is not hard work to them, it is effortless.

How inspiring this is for me, to never struggle again using my own efforts, but rather to use the gusts, the winds, the currents of life, to float, to glide, to elevate myself way above my problems.

How I want to never sink again to the valley floor, but to remain up there, on the crags, on the cliff edge, on the mountain tops, looking down on the problems that phase normal people.

Finally, I want to use natural and universal laws to my advantage, rather than striving to resolve situations using human means and intellect alone.