Bald eagle sightings
A few years ago, while traversing I-80 through Iowa with Kayleigh and Amanda (two of my compatriots in Quince), we suddenly found ourselves hurtling toward a bald eagle who swooped down and parked on the road (picking up some frozen lunch, I imagine...). Avoiding a felony and a lot of tears, we swerved in time to watch it slowly flap away out of the road.
On that tour, there were several more eagle-sightings - in images around us at rest-stops, in restaurants, on tarot readings. . .the others decided that the eagle theme was connected to me. As a gift, Amanda hand-bound for me a journal with a happy eagle print upon its cover.
Now, bald eagles are part of my every day - I live along the Mississippi River, where they nest and feed. All winter especially, I have seen them overhead, in the trees, on the ice. As I tend to with very special objects - I "saved" my journal for a special occasion. I finally started writing in it last December - silly thoughts about future programming for Quince and for myself, a list of things I dream of having in a home, goals for 2018 (become Dr. Pearse or die trying, program more solo performances for myself...)
Whether by some imbued magic, by will, or by chance, the things I write are coming true. I will present my first self-accompanied recital in May, my first non-scholastic solo recital in June, and my partner and I found a permanent home (a historic farmhouse near the River, near the eagles, and near family). Now, to complete my doctorate. . ! With wide-spread wings, I fly.
3/8/2018 03:54:47 pm
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Hi, I'm Liz (some folks call me Elizabeth) - soprano, multi-instrument experimenter, and member of Quince and Damselfly.