An eagle as seen from Coyote Wall in across the
river from Mosier, Oregon. Photo by Tim Graves.
Their broad, protective wings surround me in the the sky above the tiny Oregon town in which I live. I’ve seen them – as many as seven in number – surveying the town when I return home in the early evening. In the early morning I’ve seen them circle in a spiral to the surface of the river to catch a fish. When the winds for which the Columbia River Gorge is famous, bring out human windsurfers and kiteboarders, these magnificent birds can be seen rising thousands of feet above colorful kites and sails to catch the wind currents. Watching, they seem to float in mid-air in even the most powerful gale.
When I walk along the Columbia, I eye the shore where they sometimes perch just beyond human reach. When I journey to hike the Coyote Wall and Labyrinth trails across the river in Washington state, they follow me reassuring me that I am not alone nor far from home.
And, today, a feather lay across my path reminding me that the One is blessing my journey.