"Eagles are sacred--if you see one, it means you're on the right path."
It's funny. When I read that, I remembered. I remembered those days living at home, jumping on the 405 right behind my parent's house at Howard Hughes Parkway, on the way to wherever in the daytime, blue skies and cotton clouds, and there at the peak as the onramp went up and over and yawned left into northbound traffic, there at the peak, above everything sat a brown eagle with streaks of black. It was a large bird, scanning the vacant lot they're building apartments on now. He wasn't always there, but I saw him often, and for some reason he always brought joy to me.
This was back when I was writing my first book, and I thought it was my destiny. I thought I was writing a gospel, or at least that's what I told myself. I was writing something people could believe in and follow, not just something to read.
And it felt so
