An eagle perched between two worlds; on the horizon where the great blue expanse of Lake Michigan meets the larger blue sky.  It lifts freely into the open air and disappears into a thin fog blurring the line of the horizon so the lake and the sky are one.  For days I’ve been wondering what this great sight might mean.  I saw it again; the great raptor crouches low only to shoot up into the sky; a great leap of faith from the strong legs that carried it onto wings that allow it to soar.  And suddenly I see my own life and the metaphor unfolding.  I know the plane that will carry us, will be our wings.  And I know in our new life we will soar.