A Mythical Tale

Hummingbird and Dragonfly were resting in the branches of a purple-flowered shrub. “Timethief is hoping to choose a Favicon and she has narrowed her choice to the two of us, “said Hummingbird.

“Yes,” said Dragonfly. “Who do you think is the best choice for her?”

Hummingbird darted to a more comfortable branch, pausing in mid-flight to consider the question. “I believe you are, dear Dragonfly, for you have so many dimensions. You transform yourself in keeping with the illusion of life. You are worldy and unwavering as you travel the canvas of life. That is Timethief.”

“You are very kind, my lovely feathered friend,” replied Dragonfly. Of course I would be honored to represent her. But I believe you are the best choice. You are a messenger, rising from the western meadows with precision and grace. You are a diviner of time and space, and that is also Timethief.”

And so the conversation went on throughout a pleasant afternoon, each graciously offering reasons why the other should be chosen. As the sun began to drip from a late afternoon sky, Eagle overheard the conversation and dropped down onto a broken limb of an Arbutus tree.

“You are both worthy, my friends,” said Eagle. “But only Timethief can choose. For no matter what any of us may think of her or see in her, what she is, is what she believes herself to be. Only she can know.”

“That is so like you, Eagle, to see the bigger picture,” said Dragonfly. And realizing that no answer could be found, she immediately departed for a bug ice cream stand on a cool lily pad in a nearby pond.

“Indeed,” added Hummingbird, whose ankles were growing very tired from perching so long on a wobbly branch. “Your intuition is very sharp and you also see the inner picture.” And with that, she was gone in the twitch of a wing and the blink of an eye, seeking the abundance that comes with sweet moments.

Eagle looked out over the western meadow, her solo dreams in crescendo with a chorus of chirping crickets rising up from the simmering summer grass. Field Mouse looked up and saw Eagle gazing at the distant horizon. A grace note, in harmony with the music of the land, she scurried unnoticed into a tiny burrow within a greater chord.

Timethief will choose when she is ready, thought Eagle. At that moment, a breeze came in from the water, ruffling her crown feathers, stirring ancient wisdoms and yearnings. Inspired, she spread her majestic wings and lifted up into the eternal lightness of being and the peace that comes from knowing one can never make a wrong choice.

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