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.
Keep looking up. The best is yet to be.
Love, peace, and joy,