FRIDAY afternoon and I am in a room full of eagles. Fierce in their protecting instincts, strong in their spirits and full of grace to soar up on the currents of the air that might keep them alive and take them to a place where they can thrive.
“A long time ago, when I had just learned to read and write, my dad bought me a story book which was called ‘Scotland’s Eagles’. I cannot remember the whole story, but I remember that I learned that Scotland has very cold weather, there is snow all year round, and no lives there except eagles.”
