Eagle Medicine at Bridgeport Dam

We saw bald eagles yesterday—so incredible, so exciting!

Ric and I drove to the Bridgeport Dam and watched bald eagles, seagulls, and vultures all competing for a fish. The energy was electric, wild, and felt deeply sacred.

The wind was intense. I wanted so badly to find an eagle feather, but it felt impossible.

At the dam, I felt the sorrow in the waters being forced through the pipes—rushed and compressed. I offered a blessing with light language and released a lilac flower into the river, calling in star consciousness to the waters. That flower has probably long passed Rancho Rico.

Later, we had lunch at the old Heyday Inn in Smith, Nevada, and we talked about the eagle feather that I wasn’t able to find.

When we got home, there was a dark brown feather, lying in the grass, in spite of the relentless winds. Not an eagle feather, but from a duck or goose.

In meditation, I heard:

“The waters have received your blessing. The water feather is your sign. And yes—your eagle medicine is near.”

The eagle feather isn’t a prize to be won, it is a consecration of spiritual maturity. The waterfowl feather is a bridge. The next step in my flight.

Eagle Medicine at Bridgeport Dam