Because we live in the woods, and because i live with a woodsman, we have stumps all around the edge of the yard. Most of the taller stumps have statues standing atop them.
This morning, a pileated woodpecker visited all the stumps, looking for breakfast. It tasted the goodie in the sprite stump, but there were too few. The ravishing Tiffany stump yielded a few ants. Ahh, here’s an empty stump that is just right. Within minutes, a thick pile of wood chips covered the ground.
We too are looking for the spiritual path that “tastes” just right.