Back to Nature (Published on TBNWeekly.com - July 12, 2006)
Great blue heron
Theres no counting on promises. There are no guarantees with the best laid
plans. When we question the validity of any outcome we also face the futility of
beginning. Standing still, marking time, watching the sun go down, we wish for
tomorrows and grieve for yesterdays.
|Photo by Rick Tremmel
|The great blue heron is a
symbol of elegance and purpose.
Accept each wave, listen with each heartbeat, step lightly in each sand footprint,
making your own path. As if buried in the sand, unmovable, hands tied, robotic
heads, inaction suspends time with myopic view. It makes it so easy to throw up
ones hands and say, Its too big and I am too small.
By living in each moment, stepping each purposeful step, distance is navigated and
solutions brought into being. Like the elegant heron silhouetted at sunset,
undreaming, guiltless, purposefully waiting for darkness, rest is a blessing,
necessary to begin another new day of possibilities
back to nature.
The great blue heron is one of the larger birds found in Florida standing nearly
4-feet tall (length of 38 to 46 inches and wing span of 70 to 72 inches).
Adults have a white crown. The face is marked with a black plume that extends from
above the eye (appearing as a black stripe) to beyond the back of the head. The
great blue heron is named for the bluish-gray feathers upon its back, wings and
breast, appearing more gray than blue. The shoulder of this heron is black. The
neck of the great blue heron appears a shaggy muted brown/buff where plumes stand
out among the plumage on its long S-curve neck.
The great blue heron is found wherever there is shallow water, fresh, brackish and
salt from Ontario to Florida, from Prince Edward Island to British Columbia to the
Baha Peninsula. This herons diet includes: fish, frogs, reptiles, small birds
and mammals. There is an all white form of this heron found in southern Florida:
the great white heron. It can be identified and distinguished from the great egret,
because the great white heron has yellowish legs.
Of evening mists and cooling breezes, amber strands of sun spun sugar-clouds, of
gentle tides and purple shadows, of footprints disappearing with each wave, of moon
rises and slate skies, of turtle furrows to the sea and sailboat lights listing
upon the horizon, of heron silhouettes and sandpiper piping, of sideways
dancing and crabby shuffles, of abandoned castles and flip flop dreams, coastal
storms, lightning, thunder and drumming circles, feathers and shells, scales and
skeletons, what once will never be yet, possibilities never cease, change is birth
and death is a new beginning, poets and profits, preachers and teachers, gather
your muse and predictions
let the global healing begin.
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats;
There weve hid our faery vats,
Full of berries
And of the reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand.
The Stolen Child William Butler Yeats
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