Nature has a rhythm...and early this morning she began to stir. The loud call of a family of sandhill cranes echoed in the stillness, and our restless cat gently pawed me to get out of bed. I knew something was up when the loud drum of a woodpecker pounded in my ears. I couldn't see him, but he made his presence known.
Later, I spotted the little drummer from the sun room window. A juvenile pileated woodpecker was at the top of the oaken power post out front. Long sharp claws dug into the dead wood to anchor his stance as he drummed out a message. Rat-a-tat. Rat-a-tat.
Woodpeckers are a rare sight here, but thanks to the angels, he patiently waited for me to return with my camera. At the tip top of the jagged old post, he struck a pose in the sunshine. A picture of youth. Facing east, he greeted the warmth of the sun. A wild fuzzy tuft of bright red hair dipped in golden rays, with the light of hope in his shiny eyes, he faced a new day in a tender moment of gratitude and quiet reflection.
A pileated woodpecker delivers a message that a new rhythm is at play within our life. A signal to take your thoughts and give them action, regardless of the opinion of others. It's safe to follow your own rhythm.
Love, peace, and joy,