I don’t normally post twice in a day, but when I do, it’s because of diving timing.
What the heck does that mean?
For starters, there’s an element of something bigger than me wanting to be shared. Something not a part of a marketing plan or an agenda my mind conjured.
Nope. There’s an inner tingle telling me this is the right thing to do.
Also, it’s a real life story of divine timing and how it unfolded in my life two days in a row.
Yesterday I arranged to meet a friend for a hike. Because we were going together, it was a different time and different place than I would have chosen if it were just me.
The trail we frequent is a loop and she deferred to me to choose the direction.
I felt a pull to go to the right.
We had a lovely chat and came up with solutions to solve most of the world’s problems, should anyone in authority care to ask.
When we got to the creek, there was a big SPLASH!
It sounded like someone fell in. It was a big enough disturbance that we stopped to look around.
There were geese nearby but they were just minding their own business and seemingly innocent of any excessive splashing.
Then I saw it. A large bird perched in a tree. With a white head.
As far as I know there’s only one kind of white-headed large bird in this area and that’s a bald eagle.
A rare and majestic sight! And we had front row seats.
We went on about our hike and that was that.
Until today.
A new client cancelled her appointment. She called this morning, all apologetic and distressed. I wasn’t concerned because I had sensed it was going to happen.
I can’t explain it, but I was waiting for that call.
And here’s the interesting part. I knew I wouldn’t be doing that session today, but I left it on my calendar. It was a placeholder. I knew that I wasn’t supposed to open that slot for another client or make lunch plans.
After we rescheduled her appointment, my day organically rearranged itself. I found myself catching up on admin tasks and enjoying a slow start rather than heading out for an early walk as I had planned.
Which put me at my usual spot on that same creek, but about two miles downstream, but a different time than usual.
Just in time to cross paths with a stranger who pointed out the large bird with the white head looking down at us from a tree.

Just in time for other people to cross my path so I could share the magic with them.
I could have been irritated by the change in my workday. I could have tried to force some kind of productivity.
Instead, I followed the breadcrumbs and was rewarded with a beautiful and unusual sight.
Of course I texted my friend to tell her I saw an eagle (the same one?) again. She replied that perhaps there was a doubly strong message for me in this synchronous rendezvous. That’s exactly something I would have said! But I hadn’t yet had that thought.
So I’m letting it simmer.
The bald eagle, as you likely know, is a symbol of America. A proud, strong, bird. A bird of prey. An endangered species.
There’s a lot to work with here, but I’m taking it as a positive omen as well as a reminder to follow my instincts.



