It's been a busy week. A lot has happened. A lot has changed.
As the year has reached it's peak, and everything is in full swing, we begin to descend after a moment of weightlessness. Sometimes the fall can be a scary thing, but as long as we remember to put our energy in the right direction we'll be able to use the momentum of the fall to bring us back up to the peak.
I don't want to get too much into feeling down about the politics of pipelines, and the ways people have been mistreating the earth and each other, but i do want to tell you the story of the woodpecker.
Deep in the woodpecker
There lies a drum
It beats red and blood and bone and feather
It's mind is brazen and set
And so is the stage
It's body is cut into a thousand strands
It's hallux digs in
It's tail is exacting
Deep in the woods
A drumming is heard
And it sounds red and blood and bone and feather
A woodpecker is hunting and carving
It's telling a story
How trees are holy in more ways than one
It's making a living
It's beating a drum