True to holiday form, I didn’t make it to yoga class, so I concocted a patio assimilation. After my haphazard renewal I lie in savasana on this beautiful Easter afternoon meditating to the peaceful sounds of spring. I am broken out of my cloud when a distinct buzz zooms over my body. My eyes crack open to see a shimmering blue and green hummingbird hovering intently over my French lavender bush. The hummingbird furiously floats from blossom to blossom, patiently extracting the sweet sustenance it so desperately craves. The hummingbird lives a life of hidden urgency, in every precious moment, starvation lies a rotation of the clock away. What this beautiful and delicate creature requires is complex, to support such a trying existence the hummingbird’s heart must flush it’s tiny body 1,260 times every second with liquid life. One might expect to see the anguish of an addict in every cognitive cell of this bird’s body as it hurriedly flies from fix to fix. Instead, the hummingbird flies with an audible nonchalance, buzzing with the patient enthusiasm of a kid waiting in line at a theme park. We could do well to learn from from this humble existence. It is not so different from our own. We must remember to fill ourselves with the air and grace of the hummingbird amidst the frenzied fury that consumes our days.
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Easter Hummingbird
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Hello Louise. Your hummingbird certainly contributed with good notes to our ranking as the happiest bird on earth…
http://quatschtronauts.wordpress.com/2010/03/28/hummingbirdine/
Keep on flying!