I had Coffee with a Hummingbird Today
Sitting outside in the morning sun, the steam rolling in those steam rolls from my coffee mug a hummingbird came and perched right down on the wire above me. I stared at her for a while as she darted her eyes back and forth while comfortably seated on my unlit twinkle lights wire strung above my porch.
I rarely see a hummingbird sitting so still. Their wings flapping so fast and heart beating rapidly, I always associate them with movement, fast and rapid movement. And I wonder to myself if that is how people associate me?
She stayed for a while longer. And I reminisced on my late Gram’s obsession with her hummingbirds and cardinals at her own bird feeder by her living room window overlooking the lake. Of course I wondered if it was my own Gram coming to visit me in hummingbird form and I begin to cry because I miss her so much still every single day.
And then the hummingbird flies over to the homemade sugar water I made her, grabs a few sips and then sits again on the tree behind me. I keep checking to see if she is there. She is.
I sip.
Look back.
She is still there
Sip. Look. Even still, she stays with me.
I am in shock because it feels so special to have coffee with her. She has been there long enough that I have consumed half the mug now as if sitting in silence and deep reverence with a beautiful hummingbird being.
The shock lands in my body as awe.
What if I was on my phone scrolling, would I have missed her?
What if I didn’t go outside for fresh air today, who would I have had coffee with - my emails?
What if she kept fluttering around rapidly, as they often do?
Where can I sit and stay awhile?
My dear friend told me days later that hummingbirds remember faces. And I am comforted to know nature is beyond any realm of knowing, beyond the controls of certainty and so much magic when we sit down open to receiving. And just like nature, I am beyond any realm of knowing, beyond the controls of certainty and so much magic when we sit down open to receiving. And so are you.