Hummingbird Lane

A path well beaten, yet nameless, so I began calling it ‘Hummingbird Lane’.  Now years later, friends and family have followed suit and it bares the name, yet no wooden sign (yet!), ‘Hummingbird Lane.’  She really named herself, or I just pointed out the obvious, this path is home to hummingbirds.  I tried to sound smart one day (mistake #1) and asked a birder if she had seen any of the hummingbirds.  She said “no” and ask asked what kind.  I confidently told her “Roufus” (mistake #2).  Well the next time I saw her she graciously let me know these hummingbirds are actually Broad-tailed hummingbirds.  Thank you birder, I was a fool to be over-confident, though I suppose I did point out to you that the path you were on had these magical creatures.  That must cancel out my first 2 mistakes (mistake #3).

I’ve walked this path (867 steps) almost daily for the past 5 years, in every condition and season: windy; depressed, hot; angry, rainy; teary, beautiful; brimming, stormy; confused, cold; withdrawn,  etc.  You get the gist.  I always know when I see the trusted,  white and rusted gate, that healing is just moments away.  This path is infused with hummingbird vibration and it wants me to feel better, or at least, see the truth.  Often, I’m brought to tears knowing, really knowing, that I’m going to be okay or that I’m even better than okay, I’m amazing (I cherish these moment).  Lots of times I just talk out loud to my guides, asking “why” or “how” and within steps, the truth begins to unravel.

Hummingbird lane has it’s imperfections.  An abandoned tent, once serving as someone’s home, now stands vacant; soon to be swallowed up by the vining blackberries.  It won’t be until late fall that I see this evidence of our concerning homelessness.  Then the time I came across an older man who wasn’t ‘home’ and was letting parts of himself ‘hang out’.  I was afraid this image would leave a lasting imprint on this beloved path, though much like the blackberries, the sweetness of the path prevailed.  It’s a place that despite it’s minor flaws, I will continue to seek it’s refuge, to visit my magical hummingbird friends, to be reminded that I’m okay.  You’re okay.  It’s ALL okay.