The Irony of Life, Part 27: Journey of the Eagle

Everyone’s life has been affected by the Pandemic of Covid-19.  Some more than others.  For some of us, it has changed our lives so completely, they will never be the same again.

Before I sold my house in Durango, I had never felt alone. I never felt old. I never felt poor. And I certainly had never felt stupid.  But relocating to a different state where everything, I mean everything is so completely different has been quite challenging for me at seventy-four.

What has enabled me to stay here–in this body–is the kindness I have experienced from the couple who brought me here.  They have been available to help me, despite their busy lives with work, farm, and family, by driving me to different places like hiking trails, the dam, the lake, and even towns and cities like Searcy and Little Rock.  The man’s wife is even teaching me how to use the cell phone I bought only because my realtor said I needed one.  He wanted to text me that it was okay to come home after people saw my house in Durango.

Brian Hill, the spiritual astrologer whose readings I posted earlier, continues to stress that “kindness” is the key for all of us, especially now.  I look forward to his weekly emails, and I visit Facebook to see what he posts there.

Other friends on Facebook–from different states and different countries have posted uplifting memes that seemed especially for me, like this one:

But even that wasn’t enough to “keep me here.”  I’m still grieving the mistakes I made and trying to understand why I’m still here.

And then I read a friend’s story on Facebook, and I began to understand.  This friend lives in India and, like the couple here in Arkansas, we were connected on Facebook but had never met in person.  I asked if I could share it here, and he agreed.  I love this story because I think it applies not only to me but to many others whose lives have changed so much.

The Eagle Story by Sanju Francis John

We all have heard the Eagle story. At 40 it retreats into mountains, breaks its bent beak, plucks its weak talons, plucks its old feathers. It goes without food, patiently waiting for it all to grow again. After 5 months it takes the famous flight of rebirth to live another 30 years.

A painful process that I quite relate to.

I quit my successful corporate career to do something grand. A couple of failed experiments had me lose my confidence and also my identity perhaps. Badgered, I retreated into the depths of my mind.

The abyss deflated my ego, challenged my arrogance. I plucked my age-old memories, my traumas, anger, disappointments, limiting beliefs, and dysfunctional mental states. I let go of my old identity, my feathers, and acquisitions. Stripped of it all, I waited patiently, yet expectantly.

A new impulse emerged; nudging me to make a new beginning. I went out again, with an altered way of being, learned new skills, formed my tribe. Filled with freshness and joy, like the Eagle, I feel ready to soar again.

With a vision to make a difference to the world, I begin a new journey.

The writer of that story nailed it, and all the messages I’ve received from Spirit confirm it to be true.  In this completely different environment, where no one knows me, I am being given an opportunity to evolve while having that last adventure I requested before I listed my house to sell.

I believe that God, All That Is, The Vortex, Spirit–however you understand that mystery–speaks to us in ways we understand.  I’m not only a fan of memes but also a serious film buff.  I have to admit noticing that in every film I’ve watched since I left Colorado how they were somehow chosen for a particular message I needed to hear. I am not alone.  And neither are you.

Till next time,

Please be kind to everyone you meet, for we all have our hidden sorrows. ~Tzaddi