The Lyrics From Billys Forest Chapter 249

June 8, 2021
A woodpecker’s constant hammering on the trunk of a large tree has kept my imagination engaged on hidden fear. Anytime a woodpecker has selected my forest here in south Charlotte, NC, it means a passing of lives. The sound of the rhythmic thunder. I’d say this tree is several feet high and diameter. But in this present place of now I can’t pinpoint which trunk has come under attack. I just know the woodpecker is deeply dedicated to reaching whatever bugs it needs to survive. In Native American spirituality the woodpecker represent a growing storm. In all places that you presently stand you can’t help but wonder about personal strengths being called to action. This journey through modern day uncertainty. How many woodpeckers are lined up outside your spiritual forest? The woodpecker. A growing storm. Are you aware or deciding to push aside? Are you present enough to recognize the poisons on the inner core of the rings that make up your tree trunk? All that is hidden shall be located by the woodpecker. Recognizing means taking note of all things. Especially new growth. For who you are and how you become always rests in a ray of light.