You know how you can be sitting there in church thinking that someone needs to turn the ventilation system up a bit, and then, something will come to you? Maybe it’s a scripture passage or even a few lines from the pastor’s sermon and your mind just flies away thinking tangential thoughts stemming from one phrase? For a short while, last time I went to church – which was recently – I thought about two mornings I spent photographing bald eagles at a local trout park in Missouri.
When we sang the words, “I will rise on eagle’s wings,” that’s what did it. Actually, if I were to rise on eagles’ wings it would be plural and I reckon it would take at least 35 of them.
Away my mind went and I thought about how those two times of that week are the only part of that week in my life I now remember. Everything else fell into the “routine” category. Good, solid, but routine. And so, my point? If you can get outside this winter, and view birds, or fish, or strap on some snowshoes – you better get out there and do it, or else another week will go by and you won’t have anything to think about other than the grocery list — that is, if you admit that your mind occasionally wanders when you’re sitting in a pew.
The Bald Facts