Soar....

“There is an eagle in me that wants to soar,

and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud”

Carl Sandburg

On a gloomy winter afternoon, we went for a drive.  It was a wallowing kind of day....easy to grumble, forget about looking for the simple joys to be found on the most ordinary of days.  Coffee almost gone (and so was the gas that costs an arm and a leg now....)...we decided to drive around the tiny pond that's tucked away just a few miles from our home.  Windows down, we cruised around the bend in the road, disappointed in the lack of open water and spring birds...and by accident,  I spotted the most majestic bird of all, perched and ready for flight, directly above us.  He paused, gave us a haughty glare and spread his magnificent wings and swooped away......almost in  slow motion.  What a lesson, on the wings of an eagle, about remembering to look for the joy.... about choosing  to soar...and to quit spending the days of  my life rolling in the mud!