On my way to a healing workshop, driving North out of the city, br I went under an overpass & nearly lost control when a large br Golden Eagle swooped low across my hood, turned & flew br out to the open sky. His scree pierced steady thrum of engine br & tires' rhythm on the road. br br (A few nights earlier I'd dreamed an eagle had built a nest br in my house, in the attic. I told an ancient shaman of my dream & br asked him if it had any significance. He told me it was a good br sign. He said the eagle had chosen me & that it would be br a spirit animal of mine.) br br As I continued on my journey, about 20 miles up the highway, br I saw a pair of eagles, one on each side of the road. br They moved in perfect harmony as if dancing in the sky. br I watched them join together & soar away when I passed by. br Just before I reached my turn-off I looked up and to my right. br In the sky, circling high above Georgia pines was a fourth eagle; br this one a Bald Eagle, solitary, & once more I heard that br piercing call & knew the truth of the shaman's words. br br I gladly welcomed the eagles' gifts & knew I was coming br in to my power. After the workshop, I thought that my time br with eagles was done, but several years later in another br state in the small town where I reside, I was meditating br sitting on the stone wall near the Public Library. I felt something br lightly brush my right cheek. Startled, I opened my eyes to br see a large Golden Eagle swooping low along the sidewalk. br Her pinions had just touched my face & I knew that the br Eagle's Gift was not forgotten, not just a one-time visitation. br She was there to remind me that I was hers but most important br she was there to remind me to always let my spirit soar.