The world whirls through space on its passionate journey but makes no noise to get our distracted attention. It runs reliably like a well-maintained thingamabob. We are focused on coffee or a bank balance or a small child or the death of someone we love, small things by comparison. It is a beautiful trip on this sphere even if sprinkled with agony. We are on a long and circumstantiated history that drops an odd detail here and there into the lap of a scientist in research or a religious person in prayer and they struggle to translate the gem that has fallen into their laps to share/guide the rest of us. Their excitement can sometimes frighten those of us who were not paying attention.
Common man creates time marks such as Christmas and New Year's among so many other time marks such as the winking of the sun between two monoliths so that we can mark our circumrotation and reassure ourselves that we know our place in time as we journey and pause to count our footprints. If we can translate the trip, then perhaps we can translate the diffusion that we see or hear in the future from wise men or reassure ourselves that there is an end-goal and reason for our being here and all is not lost.
Do not be afraid. Be open as a child. You are small but your energy is large and when combined with the love and questioning of others it is insurmountable and a good foundation upon which to build. You are important and where you should be right now.
Another serving of Peace in the new year, please.
This time of year gets really crazy, sometimes. We just have to hang in there!
Cackling by the winter fires?
Sandhill Cranes are not uncommon if you live in Florida. They are not very wary and that is why it is illegal to feed them...even with birdseed. They are big and can be dangerous if they become too friendly with humans. That long bill is an intimidating weapon. The oldest documented bird lived for 36 years and they are considered the oldest living bird species on the planet! They do look prehistoric and elegant at the same time! I have heard their call, but only as they were flying overhead. You can click on the link and hear that it is not very melodius.
I am wondering if that red bald patch, which is on both males and females, is used for attracting the opposite sex. (Apologies for the photo quality as this was a quick hop out of a car while with friends.)
They have been documented flying over Mt. Everest at 28,000 feet, so I tip my hat to their stamina and aviation skills! According to Florida DNR, there are about 5,000 of these that remain in the state year-round, but they can be found all over the United States as some are migratory and there are six subspecies. Maybe one of these days I will be there for their season of dancing.
On my bucket list is to see the mass gathering of them on the Platt River of Nebraska in the spring or to see them at the annual Sandhill Crane Festival in Albequerque in November.
How long does it take for a new beginning? How much time to erase the puzzle board or smooth one's hand over a new unmarked white sheet, or clear the echoing sounds from the air? I am relying on 24 hours. A fresh, new, sun grinning as it breaks over the horizon and pushes the cool morning breeze across the marsh grasses racing out to the ocean playing with your hair on the way.
Another chance has been tossed at your feet with each new wave. A puzzle of pieces that will fit together...somehow.
Limitless possibilities await on the far horizon even though they may be camouflaged to your eyes in the beginning. The smell of salt stimulates thought to add spice to the excitement of a renewed perspective. But as ever with Mother Earth, you are not alone for long.
If he can strut his stuff so bravely, so can you!
