They were here this morning,
the young pileated woodpecker
and his mother,
chipping away at the old stump,
foraging for sustenance,
for grubs, worms and borers,
foraging for what would be soon
no longer alive.
Today, we will say goodbye to our
old dog, whose weary heart
is failing. So much of
life shared together,
memories etched into our
very hearts.
How difficult to let him go.
We will place him
in the hedgerow,
his body to nourish the
young trees and shrubs that will
sustain the wild ones who come.
"Important work happens within us
when we stop and allow
ourselves to be open." *
And so, may I be open to
the deepening
that comes with the
chosen acceptance
of grief.
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