I’ve just returned from Spain where I’ve spent a month escaping from the English winter!

I was rewarded with blue skies, sunshine and surrounded by the beauty of the mediterranean sea. This is my happy place and where I feel most myself. No matter where in the world I am, I am always drawn to the sea as if by a magnet.

But one day, we decided to visit a town in the hills. Spain is very mountainous and there’s something majestic and awe inspiring about being high up and looking down on the vista below. We picked a fabulous day for our visit as the skies were a stunning shade of bright blue and we could see for miles.

We climbed to the top of the town where the ruins of an old fortification remained and what we saw kept us enthralled for over an hour.

It was two o’clock in the afternoon and overhead, a couple of eagles soared, beautiful and graceful as they simply glided on the breeze. And then, it was as if a call went out to every other eagle who nested in those protected hills. Over the next 20 minutes, more and more eagles joined our original pair. They came from every direction and before long there was a large group of eagles circling together, as if they became part of one graceful dance to a song only they could hear.

And what a dance it was.

And as I watched them in wonder, I realised that they were not flying or soaring but simply drifting with the currents of the breeze. Round and round they went in an endless spiral. Up and up and then around again. Dozens and dozens of eagles, spiralling gently and effortlessly, each of them an individual creature and yet together, they made wondrous shapes that showed me the breeze, that showed me the currents that I couldn’t see or feel on my own.

In those few minutes, I recognised the power of allowing

The beauty of allowing the stream of life to wash over me and to simply be in the flow. To give up the need to fly alone and to instead, allow inspiration to take me where it would. I understood as I watched the eagles, coming from all parts of the mountains, that each of us is on our own journey and yet, we can come together and make beautiful shapes. That we can become the embodiment, the demonstration of what already exists but which most people cannot see by themselves. We can illustrate what is possible simply by allowing ourselves to be at one with the flow of life.

Why is it that we struggle and fight so hard to create what we believe we want?

We push and pull against what shows up, like some sort of tug-of-war that we can never win.

We categorise events as right or wrong.

Success or failure.

But are they?

What if we were to simply let go.

To allow inspiration to take us where it will.

To join the flow of life as the eagles do.

What might we experience?

Who might we meet?

What beautiful shapes might we create?

The eagles knew on that day that the breeze was perfect. They came together without any effort, they danced, they experienced and then as the breeze shifted, they simply melted away again. No fight. No struggle. No holding on to something gone … simply enjoying the experience and moving on to the next without the slightest hint of regret.

And tomorrow?

I’ll never know as I have simply moved onwards in my own journey but perhaps on another day, when the breeze is perfect, these beautiful birds will come together again and dance to a new tune.  A new piece of music will be playing and they will gather to celebrate the beauty of the flow of life.