In the ongoing saga of my summer here at Esalen, I walked out the door of our meeting space recently and saw a small huddle of my students looking up into the towering trees that overlook the creek. They were saying that there was a condor on a lower branch of the tree.
I assumed they were mistaking one of the local turkey vultures for a condor. Nope. It was the real deal – we could easily see the green tag on its wing. Beyond that, we were so close we could almost count the exquisitely beautiful pearl white under feathers when it spread its wings to hop from branch to branch. It was magnificent. I stayed and watched it until it flew. What magical moments these are.