While I was playing the Native
American Flute at Lake Dardanelle I could hear many birds singing
returning the call of the flute. This was not unusual the birds often
sing along with the voice of the Native American flute and I remarked to
Deborah "Do you hear them?”
About half way through the second
song in the chorus of many different types of birds near and far in the
distance I heard what I thought were the voices of eagles getting
closer. At the end of the song I asked Deborah "Are those Eagles in the
distance?" She replied “I think they’re Crows"
As I started to play the third
flute song the Eagle's Cry became louder,
over powering the sound of all the other birds in the forest leaving no
doubt it was the voice of the eagle.
I stepped into the opening and
looked to the sky as I played to see if I could catch a glimpse of them.
As I did the Eagles voice became louder and louder permeating the forest
and over shadowing all the other sounds so intense I could feel it in my
heart they had arrived.
Then just over my head huge,
soaring, strong and majestic they swooped down with their steely eyes
upon me looking directly at the strange bird who's voice rang through
the woods and echoed over the lake.
In their voices I heard them
singing saying to me "We are free and shall always be. It is our right
to take to flight and soar the clear blue sky."
I turned to Deborah who was
standing next to me in awe, wonder, and joy with eyes as big as saucers
and whispered "Eagles”.
I did not stop playing the flute
but played with the Eagles as they lingered and made many passes over me
so close they were looking me directly in the eye.
This magic moment of "Singing with
Eagles" will be etched into my mind forever.
The beauty, grace and power of the
Great Spirit’s handy work never cease to amaze me.
John De Boer