meditation

I enjoy a daily meditation practice, and this morning's silence was pierced by our resident pileated woodpecker's drumming. He/she must have been excavating carpenter ants from a dead tree for breakfast. The woods are quiet since the summer birds migrated to their winter camps, and the woodpecker's bold presence startled, then pleased me. "I am here," anounces the woodpecker. "I am hungry." Let us eat. Amen.