Last winter, I had the pleasure of going snowshoeing in Glacier National Park. Our group had spent the night in Whitefish, where we had breakfast before making our way toward Glacier. And as it sometimes happens, Whitefish was a bit cloudy and overcast on that particular day.

We were all worried that we weren’t going to be able to see the stunning snow-covered mountains that make up Glacier National Park. But to our delight, the more we traveled east, the more the clouds lifted.

After passing through West Glacier, we drove up the Going-to-the-Sun Road to Lake McDonald Lodge. With a quick look at the snow-covered lodge, we made our way down toward the lake. We strapped on our snowshoes and our group of five set out along the shore of Lake McDonald, gradually making our way north.

Since I was the “mom” of the group, I brought up the rear. And as I was meandering my way north following my companions, I saw an eagle soar overhead. What happened next amazed me…

The eagle very gracefully scooped a fish up out of the ice cold waters of Lake McDonald and landed briefly on the fresh white snow along the shoreline, leaving behind a perfect cast of his wings in the open position, imprinting each feather into the snow.

Although that happened over a year ago, that image has never left my mind and I think of it often. It reminds me that the world we live in, remains majestic, pristine and full of little miracles and moments that make life what it is.

My hope as life moves forward is that the image of those wings perfectly pressed into the snowy bank along Lake McDonald never leaves my mind.


January 14, 2011

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