A few months ago I met a man who was probably one of the most conscientious of them all.
...to me, he is The Eagle.
The meaning of eagle reminds us of possibility, the kind of possibility that opens up when we rise above earthly concerns and open our minds to Source. The eagle is a symbol of freedom and courage because both are needed to find God.
DID YOU KNOW:
A young Eagle can not locate fish below the water as a result of a refraction error of the eye. As an Eagle ages...the refraction error naturally rectifies itself and these older Eagles are able to spot fish below the surface.
You know...as we get older some of our vision errors naturally rectifies too and we are also able to spot what is below the surface...He had that expanded vision...
He was absolutely "Eagle Medicine" which includes: dignity with grace, intuitive and creative spirit, respect for the boundaries of the regions, grace achieved through knowledge and hard work. He had all of that going on.
He treated me with a tremendous amount of dignity and grace as he was extremely respectful of my boundaries as well.
Eagle medicine also includes: strength, courage, wisdom.
He had that too. He used all of those medicines in our connection.
At first he apologized a few times for his hunger. I had to let him off the hook and remind him apologizes for being hungry aren't necessary with me.
He was full of hunger and full of aloha too.
He had that feel good before, during and after thing going on inside of him. His communication was beautiful pre-during and after each moment we shared.
He took the time after every encounter to speak into what he saw in me as a person. There wasn't a careless or a cold moment in my experiences with him. This connection existed in the two temperatures that work best for me. Mostly warm -hot -and again warm.
To me: that is how it's done. That is how you connect with a person. And that is how you leave a person. You leave a person warm. You leave with a greater level of affinity. Not less just because something isn't forever or has an expiration date.
This is how I like my connection temperature gauges to exist.
Warm or Hot ONLY
Once again. Donovan. It felt like the most natural thing in the world when I learned he was going to die -to make sure every second of his little existence felt warm. There wasn't much else I could do but keep the love flowing and my warm kisses on his face.
I was very excited to see him at the funeral home before his funeral. The casket was only open for family as it's pretty intense. The visual. When I saw him his little face was sparkling. He looked like the purest most angelic little baby I had ever seen. It stunned me how beautiful and peaceful he looked. I couldn't wait to kiss his face one last time. But when I did I was beside myself with anguish because his face was frozen. That's why he was sparkling. There is this thing moms do. They keep their babies warm and snuggly in the winter. It was winter and my baby was frozen. Down -down -down the rabbit hole I went into obsessive and excruciating levels of helplessness and the awareness that I have absolutely no power what-so-ever. There it was. Again. Not just cold. Ice. Frozen. Solid. A baby. A teeny tiny little human.
I'm pretty sure that is the exact moment I became severely allergic to cold temperatures in connection. In this exact moment, as I am feeling the truth of this, my entire body feels alive. I feel grounded and as if something just opened up for me, or solidified in me, or something.
Why coldness has hurt me so deeply since. Why warmth has become so important to me in connection. While I was born sensitive...this feels truly incredible