I know you feel lonely. Like you don’t fit in. You have been called stuck up and aloof. You have always felt different. Left out. I know. Because you’re an eagle.
You know how to soar. You know how to spread your wings and let the wind carry you. You know how to lean into the wind, and you know how to soar.
But then the loneliness came. You realized you were all alone. You saw all the other birds and wanted to join them. You tried.
You joined with the chickens and wanted to be productive like they are. You wanted to roost safely at night in the coop. You wanted to be useful—producing new eggs every day. You tried to join in their conversation, but couldn’t relate at all. You tried pecking for worms or corn on the ground—but your beak wasn’t made for that.
You tried to join the ducks on the pond. You saw their graceful landing on the water. You tried to blend in, but they just looked at you funny. When they went underwater to fetch fish for their dinner, you didn’t fit in. In fact, you felt even more lonely.
I know you found the highest tree possible to build your nest. It wasn’t easy, but you laid your beautiful eggs. You sat on that nest while they developed and grew, even though you’d rather be flying.
You weathered the storms and sheltered your brood. You saw the other birds and wished you could join their flock, but you kept your place on your nest.
You see your eagle friends in the distance. They look so beautiful—swooping and soaring and doing their thing. You know that feeling. You know what it feels like to soar. You admire your eagle friends. You understand their flight and their success. Because you’re an eagle, too.
You wish you could soar with other eagles, but you can’t. Eagles don’t fly in groups, packs, or flocks. They fly alone. You’re lonely, because you’re an eagle.
You are majestic and strong. You fly into the wind and soar on top of it. You are at the top of the tree in your nest, not because you’re better than anyone else. No, it’s just because you’re an eagle.
When the storms come, you don't run and hide. No, you fly above the clouds--because that's what eagles do.
You tried to fit in. You tried to join the crowd. You tried to shake off this loneliness and isolation, but you never really will. Because you’re an eagle.
The only way to truly be fulfilled and satisfied is to fly. Because that’s what eagles do best. Feel the wind and soar. Feel the challenge and swoop and dive and fly. You must. Because you’re an eagle.
Hi, I'm Jen Hickle!