Tiny Spirit in the Sky
I remember this story like yesterday…
On this particular day, I was returning home after a two-hour drive from Albany, NY following yet another battle with the New York legal system over my home of 14 years in the beautiful Catskills Mountains. I was feeling extremely alone, and incredibly weary. I was totally drained and out of sorts – a part of me was dying. My heart was sad and my mind was groping for answers.
I climbed slowly up the stairs of my beloved home – my sanctuary – and opened the door to the vast living room with its cathedral ceilings, polished oak floors, and skylights that drenched the bluestone fireplace with the afternoon sunlight. I walked over to the sliding glass doors and stepped out onto the expansive deck that stretched from one end of the house to the other, seeking comfort in the beauty of the nature all around me. From this private vantage point, I could take in the large open field, the forest bordering my Friendship Garden, and the babbling brook that nourished all the wild creatures in this safe haven – my heaven on earth.
It was around 4 pm and the trees were silhouettes against the setting sun. I took a deep breath, sighed, and felt such deep appreciation for what I had created with my own two hands – the gardens, the clearing of open spaces where the sun shined so that the wild flowers could burst into dazzling colors every Spring, and the all-natural stone pathways and patios where my dearest friends had gathered to celebrate all sorts of special events … from the 4th of July to the arrival of the fireflies. This is where we spent countless hours talking and relaxing… enjoying what truly was my ideal life surrounded by the breathtaking beauty of nature.
I watched as a doe and her fawn peacefully grazed, the tall trees swaying in the whispering wind, and the wild birds anxiously flitting from one tree branch to another – ever in motion.
It was in this glorious moment that truth washed over me, piercing my happiness like a knife. I suddenly knew in my heart that soon I would have to accept the inevitable. The day would come when I would be forced to leave my stunningly beautiful little piece of paradise… my “tree-house” home in the woods that I loved SO very much.
I was lost. The questions came quick and painful: Where was I to go? What was I to do? What would become of me?
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, a hummingbird buzzed right up to my face. She looked me square in the eyes as if she had something to say…as if she knew something important for me to understand. I stood there unable to move, transfixed by her beauty and intensity. She would flit away and then return, as if to emphasize her deliberation … as if she needed me to understand her message.
It was an amazing sensation – one that is very hard to put into words.
To this day whenever I see a hummingbird flitting from flower to flower and then zipping like a photon up to the sky, I am spellbound – quite literally awestruck by nature’s beautiful and magical creation. Its beauty washes over me like a blessing or healing. It’s as if a messenger from above is speaking to me directly. A spiritual uplifting floods my heart and sends quivers down my spine.
Just as I did then, I still wonder and ask myself if there is a meaning or special message whenever I experience this one-of-a-kind skillful agility of a hummingbird’s flight. What wisdom is this colorful creature’s spirit trying to convey to me?
I know I feel something practically inexplicable. I know I am transformed by its presence, and it leaves me with a sense of joy and exhilaration … it reminds me that I can accomplish anything I put my mind to…just as it does.
This tiny bird travels immense distances along its journey from harsh winter cold to warmer breezes, surviving predators of all shapes and sizes. When I researched the hummingbird, I learned they are considered symbols of courage – a lack of fear. There is an Indian tale associating them with the healing properties of flowers and herbs, the figure-8 pattern they create with their wings as they fly is a symbol of Infinity, and my personal favorite…they are so light (the largest species weighing just about the same as a penny!), they serve as a reminder for us to “lighten up”!
One of the biggest challenges in my life was to move on and leave my home. Perhaps this tiny little bird in the sky was trying to tell me to behold the life force that is in all of us and gather my strength in order to face my fears and move forward, so that I could achieve great feats and do what I was born to do.
I have been blessed by many visits from this tiny exquisite messenger since that special encounter in the forest of tall trees. No matter how brief the visit is, the message becomes clearer each time. The spirit moves and weaves its way in and out of the tapestry of our lives, as it continues to touch those who seek, watch and believe!
I wrote this post to hopefully inspire others to listen for the little messages the Universe sends us. There are greater possibilities – there is greater hope – even when it feels impossible.
The hummingbird has taught me that we can all achieve what seems impossible…no matter how small or unimportant we may feel. There are excellent conditions for growth if you can just change your perception and SEE them. If you are prepared to work hard and shoulder more responsibility, if you can mobilize your hope and belief in yourself … it seems that the sky is the limit.