Thursday July 10th 2014 Tim
A person gets to worry a little about a Yellow Chat
who might be still courting in this part of July. Of course it could be
that he cannot help himself and has become somehow devoted, and will
continue to dance and call until the chill calls him south to the always
warmer places where he might stand in awe of the Birds of Paradise. The
Aztec had sacred Quecholli, thirteen of them, all flying creatures and
each had a role in the day to day and on their calendar. Their Turkey
was a feathered serpent. Their Butterflies were lords of flesh.
Their Hummingbird was either a lord of fire or a lord of earth. Their
Parrot was a lord of duality, which is kind of neat
There's no doubt in my mind that Yellow Chat, were so
humbled when they passed through the lands of the Aztec that
they never were able to consider themselves worthy of doing
very much more than skulk in the dense trees and peep at the
Quecholli. Otherwise the Aztec would have given them the
huge responsibility of becoming the Lords of the Dance.
A Yellow Chat's a shy bird by nature, prefers not to be
seen, but down there where ground slips toward the creek in
Robina Wood, and the sun shines strong, he has found a stage
to his liking. And down there, on his private stage, he is
the Lord of the Dance.