In areas of the world where seasons occur, the signs of change are obvious: the first purple bud pushing through melting snow; the first firefly in the warming night; the first colored leaf to fall. In every season there is a mystery and majesty. More majesty is in a baby’s laughter, an elder’s wisdom, and the vast universe splayed across the starry sky. The earth has changed during eons of time. No matter how much humans discover, there is more we do not know and places only faith can take us. Be at peace with the mystery. ~ DailyWord
I have a mystery in which I am not at peace. Perhaps those who read this can help me out. Does anyone know what kind of bird is in the picture? I zoomed in and couldn’t steady the camera enough to get a clear shot. Can you make it out? It was a myriad of colors, red, yellow, green. This bird sang and sang over my head yesterday and even stayed there for me when I went to fetch the camera. Any ideas, or do I need to be at peace with the mystery?