Yesterday we had a tremendous opportunity to observe initially two and later three large sea eagles for a full hour. The eagles did...not-doing. They just sat on a pice of wood in the middle of a small lake. They just sat there. Sun was shining, the air was warm, there was a mild wind. Eagles just sat, occasionally they glanced at their surroundings, looked at each other...and sat. With no purpose, no aim, no visible reason. They were fully relaxed, occasionally curious, then looking nowhere, really. Minute after minute. It seemed that their existence was concentrated into an absolutely purposeless sitting there, utterly relaxed sitting there, being in that moment. It was an awesome sight. Three large birds just/simply/only/totally sitting there with ducks, herons, crows, magpies, etc going around them about their own business.
Then something happened. One eagle spread her two-metre wings and almost an explosion erupted around eagles: suddenly all birds were in the air. The eagle had no interest in them, though. She flew slowly and majestically a few hundred metres and sat on the rock. Soon others followed.
When looking at eagles, I sometimes get the feeling that their energy, their essence is something people on spiritual path have tried to emulate within themselves for millenia. For example, our sea eagles choose their partners in a very toltec way: they sit for hours and hours and simply look each other in the eyes. They hold each other's look until both know that the other is the one. If one turns the head away even for a moment, he/she gets banished. Differently from the mating dances and rituals of other birds, eagles look at the essence - it is about the inner strength and not about external attributes, that is colourful feathers, dances and songs.
