About half way down the narrow river as it carves its course through thick forest, long before you arrive at the deep pools of dark water where the golden-green
fish team and where waves of sun-soaked meadow crest its banks, you’re likely to encounter your tour guide...
In the early morning shadows, Old Eagle waits for you, sees you coming long before you see him and dives from his high perch to skim the surface of the river just before you overtake him. Through the forest, your motor will quietly drone as the boat shifts methodically from side to side to avoid downed trees… but stay alert. Old Eagle will repeat his game of follow-the-leader until forest gives way to the tall grass dancing with light, and the river opens wide to possibility. Then look for Old Eagle flying high in the big blue.
When you head down the river, pack your dreams. You’ll have space and time to look them over—handle them—as you wait for a catch. But do so loosely; maybe let them slide through your fingers—shape shift. Drift off to sleep, perhaps… even as you anticipate the emergence of the beautiful ones who swim beneath, vigorous with life, shimmering cold and wet, all muscle and grace.
Exhale.
Pray.
Then Old Eagle will lead you home again.
“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” John 1:5
