Changes happen. All sorts of changes. Not always the ones you are expecting.
The clear cut approach to rejuvenation that I have been seeing in the forest has been upsetting. But sometimes nature also has her way of clearing out what was, in order to make way for the new... Just on a smaller, more respectful, scale. Earlier this year I saw the squirrel parent, assuming the mother, move her young from one nest to another... one by one she carried them. I stood at a non-intrusive distance and watched. She watched to check if I was trustworthy. The photo above shows her just before she launched out of the nest after depositing one young and readying herself to get the next. A season and a half later the nest has been transformed into a a different kind of portal... the tree split and fell apart... the doorway now no longer the entrance to a protective home... but wide open sky - or with imagination, another dimension or realm.
Change is the only constant. It's the same forest, yet a new forest every time. It is familiar every visit... yet strange every time, and requires me to get to know it once more. it is sorrow, joy, surprise, comfort, fear, beginnings, ends and circles, visible and invisible, all at once. It is sounds but never silence... because when you listen for the silence the forest fills it with something you didn't know was there. If you stand still you see the movement.
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