So, moving forward; did you know that the praying mantis is a symbol of patience? It is. It sits patiently praying for prey, stock still, holding a single pose for however long it takes (and I would imagine one second in bug time is like a human hour). Until finally, some poor cicada comes bumbling along and, well, you get the idea. I really do believe in signs from the Universe. The praying mantis comes to me quite often. The other day it was an image on a t-shirt at the Goodwill store. One time I turned to see one in my garden, in the deepest dark of night, shedding it's former skin. That, I must admit, was a little TMI. It was a bit disturbing. I think that experience was a whole other set of messages. The praying mantis starts out as a teeny version of its fully formed self. There's no larval stage, or cocooning. It just grows, splits out of that body, grows, splits out of that body and so on and so on. Thankfully there's a point where it stops growing, thank goodness. Did you ever see The Deadly Mantis?
Here's another recent visitor from the Universe. A Red-bellied Woodpecker. A most gorgeous bird who visits our feeder every now and again. About the size of an American robin, he has a bright, red head (his belly is just dusted with a roseate glow):
Hmmm. That's quite a message. But I must make the distinction that I was visited by a Red-bellied Woodpecker; not a Red-headed Woodpecker, which I have yet to see one of (I'm a bit of a bird-watcher). This is the other guy:
Hey, at least the bird wasn't yellow-bellied.
Oh, and here's a pic of Prince in one of his early concert looks...just because. He famously liked birds. Doves of course. And who knows, maybe woodpeckers. "When Red-Headed Woodpeckers Cry" wouldn't have had quite the same ring to it though, I'm thinking.