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June 8, 2021
A woodpecker’s constant hammering on the trunk of a large
tree has kept my imagination engaged on hidden fear. Anytime a woodpecker has selected my forest
here in south Charlotte, NC, it means a passing of lives. The sound of the rhythmic thunder. I’d say this tree is several feet high and
diameter. But in this present place of
now I can’t pinpoint which trunk has come under attack. I just know the woodpecker is deeply
dedicated to reaching whatever bugs it needs to survive. In Native American spirituality the
woodpecker represent a growing storm. In
all places that you presently stand you can’t help but wonder about personal
strengths being called to action. This
journey through modern day uncertainty.
How many woodpeckers are lined up outside your spiritual forest? The woodpecker. A growing storm. Are you aware or deciding to push aside? Are you present enough to recognize the
poisons on the inner core of the rings that make up your tree trunk? All that is hidden shall be located by the
woodpecker. Recognizing means taking
note of all things. Especially new
growth. For who you are and how you
become always rests in a ray of light.
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