I just got back from a rather surreal walk in which I first happened upon a gigantic imperial moth caterpillar slowly, yet purposefully undulating its way across a path, and then a bit further down found a recently deceased hummingbird ~ so perfect and supple as if it had just fallen from the sky. Both green, fantastical, beautiful in their own ways… caught in a moment of time in which they’re on the way to becoming something else, a transition of the self.
I accompanied the caterpillar long enough to make sure it could safely cross the path and find its preferred new home in a rather stout tree; the hummingbird is currently wrapped in silk, looking as if it’s soundly sleeping. I’m giving it a little more time for its spirit to soar ~ to ‘hear’ the birds chirping in the nearby trees, and will then give it a peaceful burial.
Between the sudden appearance of these two wondrous creatures, there must be a story in here somewhere… The wings we grow, the wings we shed ~ a mirrored beauty of life & death. Shades of transition in iridescent green.