Have you ever seen an ambivalent eagle? I’m sure you know the type of eagle I’m referring to. The ambivalent eagle has a hard time making up his mind about everything. His mind is full of questions without any answers.

Shall I perch on this branch or would that one over there be better? Maybe I shouldn’t sit on a branch at all. Perhaps I should be flying. But I’m not sure I want to fly right now. Maybe I should start building a new nest since my present one is so old. But if I work on my nest, then I won’t have enough time to preen my feathers to attract eagles of the opposite sex. But if I attract female eagles, it won’t be long before I have to provide for baby eagles which would take even more of my limited time. I wonder what I should have for lunch today? A tasty trout might be good, but maybe a fat river rat would be even better, or perhaps a wild rabbit would hit the spot. Should I fly south for the winter? Maybe I should stick around here so I don’t have to do so much flying. It’s really quite a hassle to have to adapt to a whole new habitat south of the border. I know what I’ll do. I’ll just sit on this branch and do nothing.

Eagles are lucky because they don’t have problems with ambivalence. When it’s time to perch, they perch. When it’s time to fly, they fly. When it’s time to eat, they eat. When it’s time to build a nest, they build one.

Can you imagine what the wilderness would be like if there were thousands of neurotic eagles sitting around in the forest overwhelmed by inertia doing nothing? If that happened, they would become just like us when we sit around doing nothing except complaining about our lives and being overwhelmed by ambivalence.

I have decided to fly like an eagle and say good-bye to ambivalence in my life.

As I was sailing up the Red Sea, I had the privilege of getting up close and personal with birds of prey. When I watched them in action, I was impressed that God had created such awesome creatures so perfectly adapted to the land, sea, and sky.

Not even once did I see any of these birds talking to a Bird Psychiatrist who reminded them to reach for their dreams, to live without ambivalence, and to maintain their focus. God in his wisdom programmed birds of prey with instincts that prevent such complications.

I am a lot different than birds of prey. I must continually remind myself to reach for my dreams in order to keep them alive. I frequently struggle with ambivalence as I wonder whether it’s worth all the hard work to make my dreams come true. My mental focus wanders here and there and everywhere, and on everything except my dreams. That’s the way things work for me because I am human. That’s also why I like to watch birds of prey in action. The remind me to maintain my focus, to eliminate my ambivalence, and to always reach for my dreams.

Please excuse me. I have to go now. I’m going outside to take flying lessons.

P.S. The birds in these pictures are osprey that live on the deserted islands of the western Red Sea off the coasts of Eritrea and Sudan. When you sail up the Red Sea you can anchor at these islands and watch the osprey in the wild.

Once upon a time there was a beautiful island in the Red Sea. It was an enchanted refuge where ospreys soared in the sky, sea turtles laid their eggs on the beach, and stupid people put land mines in the ground.

We didn’t know about the land mines, and so we spent a wonderful day exploring the island. There were large osprey nests about four feet in diameter and five feet tall in the middle of the island and on the island’s eastern corner. The nests were situated on small hills which made it possible for the osprey to survey their domain while perched on their nest. The osprey were efficient hunters as evidenced by the many skeletons of small birds and fish scattered over the island, but mostly around their nests. I didn’t see any other species of birds flitting about the island, probably because the osprey had eaten them all. I felt sorry for any bird that might be innocently flying by minding his own business. Their chance of becoming osprey fodder seemed alarmingly high.

The beach at Difnein Island would rival that found at any world class resort. Your eyes feast upon a smorgasbord of powdery white sand, clear water, and spectacular sunsets. And when you walk up the eastern side of the beach, you can see the flipper marks in the sand where the sea turtles have made their way to the top of the beach to lay their clutch of eggs.

Difnein Island has it all - and that includes LAND MINES.

Not more than fifty feet from the sandy shore, I found an unmarked grave typical for this region of the world. The stacked stones reveal the grave belonged to an adult size person. At the time, I thought it strange to find a solitary grave so close to the beach. Although unmarked graves are common, they are usually found in a graveyard full of other unmarked graves. The single grave probably should have tipped me off something bad had happened to this island, and that bad thing was land mines.

So why would anyone want to place land mines in paradise. It seems there once was a war of independence in which Eritrea no longer wanted to be a part of Ethiopia. When you fight a war, you have to put lots of land mines all over the place. Why not go out to a deserted island in the Red Sea and place a bunch of land mines there? Obviously, some genius decided it was a good idea, and went ahead and did it. Unfortunately, the genius who placed the land mines didn’t bother to remove them when the war was over. They would have been hard to remove anyway, because you hide land mines so people can’t see them until they step on them and get blown to smithereens. Why do the words “War Crimes” keep popping up in my mind? Maybe I’m simple-minded, but it seems to me if you put land mines somewhere during a war, and you don’t remove them when the war is over, you have committed a war crime against humanity. Period.

Fools walk in where angels fear to tread. Our angels must have been working overtime that day because we walked through the mine field without getting blown up. When we got back to our yacht, someone came up on the radio and informed us that the eastern half of the island was full of land mines. They had a cruising guide that showed the general location of the land mines, and it advised sailors to not set foot on Difnein Island. We went over to the yacht and looked at the book. Sure enough, there was a drawing of the minefield. Hmm. I wonder why nobody put a fence around the high risk areas or posted signs to stay off the island because of the hidden menace beneath the soil. In poor countries like Eritrea, they probably don’t have enough money to build fences and post signs, because they have to spend their cash on wheel chairs and artificial limbs for people blown up by land mines.