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Hidden Jungle Hawk

Hidden Jungle Hawk

On the island two weeks after the northern summer solstice, gray clouds hover in the sky.  The birds had finished building their nests during April and May, while the sky gave hints of rain with brief scattered showers.  The parched soil soaks up the water and different colors pop up in the jungle.  Bright colors are prevalent in tropical forests like bejeweled pins in the thick jungle of the Mother Nature’s hair.  Dark green, fire engine red and vivid orange fruits growing on the numerous trees greeted the month of my birth, inviting animals to eat them and disperse their seeds.  Usually, bright colors betoken either sex in birds, as when a dazzling turquoise, bright red and black Lance Tailed Manakin male seeks a lemon green female for a mate before and during the spring equinox.  A brilliant pink or purple blaze of flowers try to seduce pollinators, the several species of bees, which symbolize fertility and the honey of life or the hummingbirds, which symbolize tireless joy and the nectar of life, with their sweet smells and colors.  The forest is blessed with numerous species of hummingbirds and several varieties of stingless and stinging bees.  The rains bring forth another world to the jungle.  Each flower species, the one that blooms before the rains or the one that blooms after the onset of the dry season signals to a particular insect or bird to visit.  Twice a year, as I walk under the canopy, Mother Nature offers me a carpet of fallen flowers and petals to tread for my initiation back into Her real world.

I am surrounded by unusual sounds that change throughout the year, the mating calls of birds in the wet spring or the falling of leaves and branches in the dry winter.  I am consumed by the changing of unusual smells,  the sickly pungent of decaying leaves in the ceaseless rains or the sharp musk of beach soil baking in the sun and I know I am changing too.  Away from the hustle and bustle of the outside world I have space for centered thoughts, deep breathing, and appreciation of my jumbled past.  I am able to recognize and acknowledge the Divine’s presence throughout the meandering course the river of my life has taken.  The island and also our earth are home to countless distinct organisms with individual traits that define its role in the overall system.  I watch the comings and goings of my neighbors the leaf cutter ants and their endless paths through the forest, harvesting leaves in the day time between the summer solstice and fall equinox when birds are most likely to forage for insects in order to have enough energy to lay eggs and after sunset between winter solstice and spring equinox when they can regenerate their numbers. Ants symbolize industriousness, order, and discipline.  Mother Nature provides a variety of ways of living, which together make the forest function as a whole.  The same with our lives, we awaken, become mature and are ready to accept our gifts in the right season, the Divine’s plan for the natural world.

Bare wings

Bare wings

Wings to fly...

Wings to fly...

Fly forward..

Fly forward..

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