Funny Eagle

There’s something kinda crazy about the wild turns life has taken here lately…
I thought I was a butterfly with hopelessly-tattered wings, but really I was just unfolding

And who would have guessed the moves it would take to set me free
or the impact my own ripples could make in a few short weeks-
countless lives touched and changed for good

(how is it that I’m always telling others their impact ripples into tidal waves, and yet I never anticipated my own ripple to transform another world beyond my own)

One day, at the edge of the world, I met this funny eagle.

He was epic from the start (except for the part where he almost didn’t stop and say hello- thank the Universe serendipity called us both back),
but something chewed at his core.

This eagle’s wings were strong but couldn’t quite stretch out to soar.

He was floating, gliding with grace before touching right back down in a sometimes-playful-sometimes-frustrated dance of life.
I fell in love with learning the faces that come before each next move in the games he plays.

Then someday came suddenly and we found ourselves dancing, hovering, spinning in gleeful gratitude and wonder- together.
How did we get here? And do eagles eat butterflies?

Now it’s just another day. (No wait- it’s February 29th- and we’re making the most of this one, too.)

Suddenly we know all the words to these playlists that once felt so new.
Breakfast, routines, domestic sweetness- I’ve never felt so comfortable in another heart.
The little things I always treasured still glow and light me up- but there’s a new sort of little thing taking hold of me now.

It’s the shooting star- first one I ever saw- and the abandoned fire you brought back to a roar.
Those five-ten-twenty-more-minutes I used to miss- retreating to my comfort zone before they could take place.
It’s real art and simple gifts that, from the right person, carry all the love in the world.
These little things like the joy of movement, freshness, and the many ways to cook an egg…

These little things add up to the way I’m reminded every day to be me-
Unfiltered, unabashed, just as I am-
And how someone values knowing where I am enough to ask me to say it again (and again)…
It’s the little things like the questions cared to ask and the answers dared to speak.

Symbols and serendipity aside, I fell in love with an eagle beside a burning flame…
and life will never look the same again.
I fell in love with an eagle, and by some miracle he’s staring back at me,
gentle blue eyes dancing with something I’ve never seen before.

(Bring it!)

My breath gives me away, and we’re lost in each other all over again.

(Thank you.)