The hummingbird may be the smallest of birds, but it is also the most fascinating. Anyone who has ever seen this tiny bird is filled with a sense of wonder and joy. Its name comes from the vibration of its wings as it flies or hovers. We have all heard how good it is to whistle while we work, but humming is much more effective. It creates an internal massage, restoring health and balance. This the hummingbird reminds us to do. It reminds us to find joy in what we do and to sing it out.
… Hummingbirds have knowledge of how to use flowers for healing. This includes their fragrance, their color, and herbal qualities as well. They can teach you how to draw the life essence from them and create your own medicines — as in the case of Bach flower remedies and other flower elixirs. They can teach you how to use flowers to heal and win hearts in love.
… No other bird can fly backwards. This reflects hummingbird’s ability to explore the past and to draw from it the nectars of joy. The hummingbird can help you find joy and sweetness in any situation. Its swiftness is always a reminder to grab joy while you can — as quickly as you can.
… the hummingbird is a symbol for accomplishing that which seems impossible. It will teach you how to find the miracle of joyful living from your own life circumstances.
~ Ted Andrews, Animal Speak
Well, I guess we could all use a way to “find the miracle of joyful living” from our current life circumstances. Surprisingly, I’m not finding it hard to do. Joy has a way of slipping in, even when I’m not looking for it. I’m still going through a full range of other emotions. Most of the emotions we humans are known for have been present and accounted for, each and every day, since we began the lockdown. It always startles me, a little, to find myself in one of those joyful moments. Everything else slips away for a little while when that happens.
We woke up to rain this morning, along with a hummingbird hovering around the azalea bush that lives just off the back deck. I was in the midst of exercising when I saw it. He was sipping from the flowers. Every now and then he would come up to the clothesline and perch for a few minutes. Whenever he did, I paused the exercise DVD I was using, grabbed my camera, and tried to get a shot of him through the window of the patio door. Of course he would fly off as soon as I got him in focus. I did eventually catch him. I didn’t get the best of shots, but you can clearly see it’s a hummingbird.
Now I’m having the great debate with myself over setting up the feeder. I feel I should. He probably traveled a long way to get here and could use a good meal. But. There was no sugar to be found at the grocery store the last time we shopped. It was gone with the flour, the yeast, the rice, the hot dogs, and the toilet paper. My concern is not for us, but for the birds. If I put out the feeder and run out of sugar, will that matter to the hummingbirds? Perhaps not. It should take a week or two to run out of sugar, depending on how much we use (M is still baking magic upside down cakes every now and then). We might even stretch it out to three weeks if we don’t use much of it for ourselves.
Decision made. I shall feed the hummers. We don’t need to be eating sugar, anyhow.
Mr. Andrews had more to say about the hummingbird. Here’s a little from the Animal Speak Facebook page:
The hummingbird generally symbolizes joy and playfulness, as well as adaptability. Additional symbolic meanings are:
• Lightness of being, enjoyment of life
• Being more present
• Bringing playfulness and joy in your life
• Lifting up negativity
• Swiftness, ability to respond quickly
• Resiliency, being able to travel great distances tirelessly
Mr. Andrews died in 2009. The Facebook page is maintained by a fan.
I have all kinds of thoughts running through my head today. Thoughts about the way things have gone down here in the U.S. with the pandemic, thoughts about the colossal waste of food that’s currently going on in this country. I’m going to haul out my soapbox for a minute because the food issue is sickening. Here on the Eastern Shore, 1.8 million (probably more by now) chickens were slaughtered and thrown away because they don’t have workers for the chicken processing plants. Leaving aside the issue of how the chickens are inhumanely raised in industrial agriculture — which is a big damn issue — let’s just talk about how there are people starving in the U.S. and right here in the county I live in, who could have taken at least some of those chickens and processed them on their own. I’m guessing there are a lot of folks here that know how to kill, gut, and pluck a chicken. I don’t have to guess. I know there are. I know they could not have given away all of the chickens. 1.8 million (or more) is a lot. But something could have been done that didn’t involve so much waste and that would have fed some of the people who need to be fed.
Or how about the vegetables rotting in the fields in Florida and in the Northwest U.S.? Zucchini, squash, potatoes. I did read that one farmer in Idaho decided to advertise “free potatoes” on Facebook rather than let them rot in the field. People came from miles around to take them and the farmer got rid of most, if not all, of them. There are dairy farmers throwing away milk and cheese. Seriously? You can’t find another way to deal with it? Give it to a food bank. Advertise it on Facebook like the potato farmer did. Set up a stand and sell it.
Ok, I’m putting away my soapbox now. It’s day 37 of the 40-day self-care challenge. How are you? (I really do want to know.)
Today has been a good day in terms of exercise, walking, and yoga and meditation practices. Yoga and meditation are turning into more than practice. A ritual, perhaps of the sacred variety. Loaded words again. Sacred, prayer, God or god. Faith. I think it is faith that brings me to my mat every morning. Not in a religious sense. It’s a way of trusting the practice and the process. My walks are like that now, too. A pilgrimage of sorts. There is a sense of surrender to it all, of letting go.
Thank you so much for visiting with me today. I hope all is well with you and your loved ones. Oh yes, speaking of loved ones, thank you for all the good thoughts, prayers, and vibes for my brother. He had the surgery yesterday and word is that it went well. I have not heard anything today. Hopefully he continues to do well. It’s so hard, not to be able to run up there and visit with him. I can only begin to imagine how my brother’s wife must feel, not being able to see him while he’s going through all of this.
Please be safe, be well, and be kind. ♥♥♥
A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy: 1,386) The gracefulness of dogwood trees. Their brachts (flowers), branches, and leaves all have such an elegant, almost balletic, quality to them. 1,387) The return of the hummingbirds. 1,388) Trust, or what I can muster of it. It’s not an easy thing to do, to trust. I’m better at it than I used to be. 1,389) Outsmarting the deer. 1,390) Gratitude, deep gratitude, for those who are taking care of my youngest brother.