{"id":4031,"date":"2018-06-08T07:43:25","date_gmt":"2018-06-08T14:43:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=4031"},"modified":"2020-06-23T15:29:11","modified_gmt":"2020-06-23T22:29:11","slug":"eagle-antidepressant","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/eagle-antidepressant\/","title":{"rendered":"Eagle Antidepressant"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I walked the dune trail above the South Jetty. My spirit was the color of the rocks, my mind listless and gray. I saw a 40-ounce bottle of Pabst resting atop a flat rock. Why drink Pabst? Why leave the bottle half full?<\/p>\n<p>Low tide had brought the clammers to the beach and they clammed away with gusto. I checked a fort message container\u2014nothing new.<\/p>\n<p>Fat drops of rain began to fall. I heard a weird buzzing sound and saw a drone flying nearby. I kept moving away from the drone. I ate a hard boiled egg and half a pear.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/06\/IMG_8744.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-4033\" src=\"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/06\/IMG_8744-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/06\/IMG_8744-300x224.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/06\/IMG_8744-768x574.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/06\/IMG_8744-1024x765.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a>There she was, perched atop a piling of an ancient trestle, my old friend here, the bald eagle. She turned her and looked at me. I looked back. We&#8217;d interacted dozens of times over the years, we were friends, but I had never thought to name her. Now I did. I named her Rachel, after Rachel Carson, whose writing in <i>Silent Spring<\/i> was primarily responsible for my seeing this bald eagle.<\/p>\n<p>I snapped a couple of photographs. Rachel alighted and veered toward the ocean. I imagined her going into battle against the drone. That made me smile.<\/p>\n<p><i>(If you found this post enjoyable, thought provoking or enlightening, please consider supporting a writer at work by making a financial contribution to this blog or by purchasing an NSP book.) <\/i><\/p>\n<!--themify_builder_content-->\n<div id=\"themify_builder_content-4031\" data-postid=\"4031\" class=\"themify_builder_content themify_builder_content-4031 themify_builder tf_clear\">\n    <\/div>\n<!--\/themify_builder_content-->\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I walked the dune trail above the South Jetty. My spirit was the color of the rocks, my mind listless and gray. I saw a 40-ounce bottle of Pabst resting atop a flat rock. Why drink Pabst? 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