When eagles somersault and autumn leaves sparkle here at home

Inside our home–looking out

Today shall be my weekly blessing post.  Thanks to my blogging friend from Scotland, Harula, who has inspired me to write weekly until 2014 dawns.

Looking to the right off our deck

Please admire the photos of the still-gorgeous autumn leaves all around our house.  This is Home, in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, thank all the tree gods and goddesses, as well as the spirit of the divine.

Because this post so means “Home” to me,  I shall contribute to the WordPress daily prompt “Home Sweet Home.”

Looking to the left off our deck

I am showing you photos of our physical home here in our Little House in the Big Woods.

Autumn lingers much later than usual

Yet, I would like to tell you a blessing story as well.

Would you like to hear it?

It tells the story of a soul’s home, of a soul’s blessing.

Splendor

Last week, less than twenty miles from home, a miracle happened.

(When one looks for miracles, they often happen, don’t they?)

I glanced upward through the car’s windshield.  There–just above–what in the world…?

By our shed

Two birds catapulted from the sky, joined together, perhaps by claw or beak or feathers?  The birds fell, head over tail, head over tail, somersaulting, rushing toward the earth, falling, falling, falling!

They dove, they fell, they plummeted, these diving birds, and I gasped through the car’s windshield, spell-bound, mesmerized, as these glorious creatures fell in tandem, somersaulting, careening toward their ultimate home, their next breath!

Leaves by our house

Suddenly, oh so suddenly, the birds parted.  They were–yes!–bald eagles!  One flew to the east in front of the car’s windshield.  One flew to the west.  Magnificent birds, their heads white, their tails white, their bodies black as earth.

Two bald eagles somersaulted to the earth together and, at the last possible moment, flew gracefully apart in opposite directions.

Up close fallen leaves

That, dear reader, represents my spiritual home.

That, dear reader, represents a grace which is available to us if we but persevere through Life’s tumult.

That, dear reader, represents Infinite Blessing.  I’ve seen the eagles play like this before–but never in such a way that momentarily robbed breath, which momentarily awed so intensely.

Jump right in and play!

Thank you for the blessings of this week. So many ordinary and extraordinary blessings which birthed like the autumn leaves turning, turning, turning magnificent colors.

Thank you a hundredfold.  And may all my readers be so richly blessed in the upcoming days…