“All myths and legends are nothing more than stories. Tales told by shamans, priests, mothers, and fathers since the beginning of time to try to explain universal truths. We take what we need from the stories, to give our lives meaning. Because each of us is writing our own story.” Page: 364 The Butterfly’s Daughter Mary Alice Monroe
“The source can be only the beginning in time and space, and the end is the future and the unknown. What we can know lies somewhere between.” The Everglades: River of Grass by Marjory Stoneman Douglas and Robert Fink
Sit in the forest long enough and you begin to see through animal eyes. As the fog of mindlessness starts to clear, thoughts flow away like water, cascading down the mountainsides into the valleys, seeping into the soil, deep into the core of the Earth to be purified, cleansed, reborn into the world. Beginning again as you did when you were a child, but with the knowledge and wisdom of age. Now you are free, ready for civilization.
Nature’s Silent Message
May the wings of the butterfly kiss the sun. And find your shoulder to light on, To bring you luck, happiness and riches.
Today, tomorrow and beyond. -Irish Blessing
Pileated Woodpeckers battle for ownership with Wood Ducks, European Starlings, Red-bellied Woodpeckers, Red-headed Woodpeckers, Eastern Bluebirds, and Great Crested Flycatchers. Occasionally bats and swifts share roost cavities with Pileated Woodpeckers.
Weeks # 6 & #7 No Sight of the Pileated Woodpecker Pair
My hope is they found a quiet space to raise their young