Sunday, May 24, 2015

Hummingbird Beauty


We rescued a baby hummingbird just now from a huge terrifying parking lot. It kept trying to fly but kept slipping and plummeting to the ground. At first I let it go thinking it could fly but I soon realized it was too small so we put it in Celests soft pocket and continued walking, terrified and concerned out of our minds for this precious creature. I looked online because google always knows. I read and walked, miraculously not walking into anything or tripping. Google said to call the professionals if there was no nest around or sign it could fly away on its own. So we continued walking and I remembered we stay right by a animal hospital so we walked faster. My legs began to shake and my heart was pounding so much I felt like I was going to throw up. I was terrified because this gentle, beautiful creature's well-being fell into our hands. Literally! We were almost there when Celest reminded me of her bird book and how it says that hummingbirds are said to be peace and healing. OH NO BIG DEAL because we were only carrying the mascot of life!!!!! My stomach turned into knots and my mind was going a thousand miles per hour. I could not process what was happening but I was trying and it was scary and invigorating at the same time kinda like life. I hope we're doing the right thing I kept repeating to myself. Oh please let this be okay. Let us be doing the right thing. I'd check up on it every couple minutes and it would stare at me with such trust that my heart would swell up and exolode until tears were running down my face. We got to the vets and I told them what happened and they called the special people and right before leaving her she stared at me for what felt like eternity and it was so sweet my heart did like fireworks. You gonna be okay, baby. You gonna be strong and fly some day soon.

We left and now I'm here reminiscing. Tearing up from the beauty. Lifes been especially hard lately and not just for me but for my peoples so hearts are heavy all around.

Hope just doesn't seem to hang around me amd my grumpy, hurt self anymore and healing well I keep on trying to hold hands with it but my hands keep slipping.

This made me rethink stuff.

Sometimes healing and hope aren't big, strong fliers sometimes they can come to us gentle and small. Maybe this whole time i was looking for big, loud and bold when i should have been searching for the small, gentle and fierce. The stuff we can nurture and hold it in a soft warm pocket inside ourselves and maybe its okay if its not loud and maybe its okay if we need to nurture these things. Maybe thats how we make it. Gently, slowly, bravely. Flying then plummeting then resting then trying again.

I find comfort in knowing my healing, hope, courage WHATEVER it is for each of us doesn't need to be huge and bold. It can be small and clumsy and still be fierce and beautiful.

I'm gonna go shed a few tears and air out because apparently sweat doesn't care if you're having a moment.

Did you get all that? I sure hope I made sense. 

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