Today I had a long to-do list. I was a pretty good way through it, thanks in part to a lot of help from my husband, when it was time for the run to the dump. The car was loaded, one child was napping, the other was quietly watching movies, I had the grocery list in my pocket, and I was ready to go. I got less than a mile from my house when I realized I had no idea where my dump punch card was.
I did a mental check of my car, then decided to pull over to double check. Our house is in a small neighborhood, surrounded by national forest. By the time I pulled over, I was already away from any other houses, and next to a large field. I glanced into the compartment where I usually keep my punch card, saw it wasn’t there, then something caught my eye.
My attention was drawn to a large group of birds, mostly magpies and crows, just to the side of my car. There, in the midst of the other birds, was a huge golden eagle, looking right at me. I had never seen an eagle in the wild this close before. He was absolutely gorgeous. He started at me for several moments, during which I was completely frozen, then he opened his very impressive wing span, and sprung into the air.
I often forget things. This is definitely not the first time I have turned around to head home. This is, however, the first time that forgetting something has given me such a special gift. Seeing that eagle take off was amazing, and something I will never forget. It turns out that my forgetfulness today was the key to discovering something truly beautiful.
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