Hummmm

I gave myself the gift of time.
A whole afternoon in fact.
To sit and rock and sit and rock and
listen.
I looked too,
 but I didn't do anything.
I didn't read or plan or worry or write.
I didn't think.

At first, it was hard, at first, I felt guilty.
At first, I couldn't quiet myself. My mind kept going back to my
"to dos".

Oh, but then.

 I saw a tiny hummingbird on the feeder and then another and another.
Three together sparring and sipping. I watched and then closed my eyes and listened.

I sat very still and listened for a long time.

Then I heard it:
The hums of their wings were unique.  Each bird's wings had a signature pitch.
And that recognition brought me great joy. I was flooded with gratefulness for this tiny tidbit.

I have thought about that moment everyday since. I am sure there are a million metaphors for life and good living embedded in that moment.
But, my lesson was this:
there are small and wondrous things all around, little nudges from the universe that life was meant to be beautiful. All I need to do is breathe and cherish and the joy comes rushing in.

Everyday miracles on a itsy bitsy wing~