Thursday, August 28, 2014
On The Whir of a Hummingbird's Wings
The time had come to make a rather weighty decision. Please allow me to clarify: weighty in my own little world. I'm a hemmer and a hawer. Despite the fact that I almost always have an opinion or a feeling, I like to shilly shally. I tend to fudge and mudge. I often back and fill, which is all to say I'm rather prone to doubt and double thought. I lack trust in myself and I give too much power to others. Then the other day as I weighed the pros, cons and angles, I realized that none of that stuff mattered when measured up against the lingering feeling in my gut. My instinct has rarely failed me, although I have most certainly failed it, and so I went with the feeling. Before I could even sabotage my decision, which I was just about to do, a hummingbird came to visit my streptocarpella. I recognized her rare presence as an affirmation that I had done the right thing. Her quick, timely visit was an all's okay from my Mom who sends me the hummingbirds just when I need them to remind me that she is still with me, and also that I got this.