I was on a contemplative ‘Psalms of my Life,’ retreat last week. As a group we worked through a variety of psalms and the accompanying feelings that the authors conveyed through their writing: lament, anger, fear and celebration. Leading up to this retreat I had been aware of some sadness that I was experiencing around my family of origin. After the lament session I went back to my room to sit in silence. I had just written out the beginning lines of Psalm 86: “Bend an ear, God; answer me. I’m one miserable wretch!Keep me safe- haven’t I lived a good life? Help your servant – I’m depending on you!” when I heard the call of an eagle outside my room. At first I thought, “No, that’s not what I think it is” and went on just sitting with the verses, and coloring in my art journal with some dark pastels (symbolic of my sadness). The thing with eagles and I is that somehow they connect me with the presence of God in a tangible, natural form. I heard the cry again and got up from the couch and stood at the bedroom window, looking out. There, maybe 20 feet away, was a bald eagle, sitting, waiting, looking at me from a tree. I wept. The eagle sat, and called, and waited and watched and after about a half hour flew away. The eagles presence conveyed to me feelings of love, comfort, strength and affirmation.