Mother wisdom from the wild

She’s back. Like an elegant Queen, she sits quietly on her throne, undisturbed by the world around her. She’s strong, determined, clear on her intent. Her robes are made of downy, white feathers that shield her from the elements as she waits.

Wind. Rain. Snow. Thunder. She remains still through it all. She’s a mother protecting new life.

For several days now, I’ve watched the return of a Mute Swan who lives in our neighborhood. She’s perched on a nest in the middle of an island and she’ll be the...