Dear Friend I am inviting you to see this art work and if you wish to dance with Heron Dance! enjoy it all. Awsome work!!

I am grateful to creator for wonders and miracles.

I thank you God for most this amazing day; for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes
~ ee cummings

Dear Heron Dancers,

The Song Of The White-Throated Sparrow
The crystal clear notesof a white-throated sparrow floated down through the trees today.

And then a mile further up the trail, another.

The first songs to come my wayin the spring forest.
I like winter, when white covers the earth.

I like summer when the woods are green and warm.

But I love the wild forest when things are changing.
Now, the first week of spring.

Still some patches of snow lingerin the shade under the big trees.

The air warms then cools then warmsin the bright sun.

Trees with swollen buds, waiting.The first birds are back.

Their songs celebrate what isabout to come.
We humans know four seasons.

I wonder how many seasons the inhabitants of these woods know.

Maybe fifty-two.Maybe each week is a new season for those who go about their

routine deep in the woods.
The long, hard winter is over.

New life will soon fill these woods.

A flood of green, bird song, wildflowers.

And the white-throated sparrowsings its song anticipatingthe change to come.
In celebration of the Great Mystery of Life,
Roderick W. MacIver